I’d spent so much of my life wanting to become something! I think I can narrow a major beginning of it in my life to around age 12, when another kid said he was much more into the outdoors than me. I always found my greatest enjoyment (and still do) outdoors deep in the woods or by the water.
We’d been enjoying a beautiful day playing outside and it was getting dark. Talking about how great the woods were that day, my friend made it clear he appreciated nature more than me because his father owned a tackle shop and guide service. But I love the outdoors I thought with an ashamed, intense jealousy as my friend one upped me with stories of pursuing big game fish on his fathers boat. My family had no boat. I couldn’t measure up in my mind as my world seemed to crumble around me; it hurt to be exposed as nothing.
Running into the backyard right after I remember a change in the air, a change in my breathing, a change in my brain cells? I felt I had to do something to prevent this sort of hurt again. It was time I grew up and became someone. I think I can delineate this as a beginning of idealization to a new degree and overpowering importance in my life. Time to say who and what you are in definite terms. Thats what grownup people have to do, I thought
I had an image about what a consummate outdoorsman was and I spent several years pursuing it. I bought books on tying flies and trapping game that I’d never use. Years went by and the direction changed (now a vegetarian) but the process of thought in time continued. The alternative was only flippancy, childlike behavior, hurt? Or so I’d believed.
The hurt kept coming and the idealization away from it did too. At age 13-15 I was sure I would become a professional skateboarder. From 20-27 I was sure I could become a professional musician (turns out I don’t like that much attention on me). Very recently I’d wanted to become a writer. At every age the ideal provided a crutch to face the world, a callousness to meet the hardest parts of it.
Instead of being helpful, I believe it led to an inability to deal with many actual pressing problems. With all my attention on becoming someone who didn’t have to deal with those problems, I was left me with no room to look at them.
I have to say I don’t think this does anything to negate useful goal setting, striving for achievement but only in the psychological sense of an arrival. It seems to run like wildfire through the mind when bought into an not questioned. When the arrival isn’t coming we have a multitude of escapes lined up to glide ourselves into the finish line, or so we think.
From that day outside at 12 years old forward I continued trying to become something or another, which I’d only very recently questioned. Facing facts, watching the way thought works in time through becoming seems very important to me now.
I wrote this for reddit last year and decided to work on it more and post here.