We all have done it before.
When we want to do something we say we “love”, we like to put conditions or goals like when I have “X” by “Y”, then I’ll do it.
When we hit the goals we have set for ourselves – mind you, it us who set these goals; not others – we move the goal posts and start all over!?
Either that thing we say “love” is bogus, or we are terrified of taking that step outside what we have been used to thus far.
And being “busy” chasing our goals is a great way to avoid facing the hard truths – Who am I? What do I want to do with my life? Why do I get up in the morning? Where do I belong?
Here’s one antidote to moving the goal posts.
I was on home leave back in Singapore and by pure chance, noticed that 2 persons have passed on at 55 in the obituary pages…
And on the next few days, I kept spotting people around 55 moving on…
Why was 55 important? That was the age I was “planning” to call it quits and return to Singapore for good.
My “planning” have not included the possibility what if tomorrow may never comes?
Well, the rest is history.
You may want to try this exercise yourself.
Read the obituary pages for a month and see whether that will change your perspective.
You all have your own magic number.
To some its 40, to others its 55 like me, while for others it could be 65.
Have fun (in a morbid sort of way)!
Singapore Man of Leisure (welcome to my blog; just google it!)