While reading a book on goals, I came across this statement: Imagine that you have the inborn ability to achieve any goal you could ever set for yourself. What do you really want to be, have, and do?
The very first thought that came into my mind was: I wish I knew what I wanted.
I do want the usual things: to be wealthy; healthy; to find romance; to have a loving family; to look good, etc.
But the more I review “the usual” goals I have, the more I realise that they do not seem to motivate or excite me as much as I would expect them to.
Somehow I feel that they these things are rather hollow, as if they were more of a means to an end than an end in itself.
So just what do I really want?…