Goals

What if you woke up tomorrow and discovered that everything you based your life on was false?

You say that could never happen?

Measuring anything is always subjective. It's like that old question. How do you get to Carnegie Hall?  To some people the answer is practice, practice, practice. To others it might be get on a plane, fly to . . .  And to still others it might be, why would I want to go to Carnegie hall?

Life goals in our society seem to depend on having things others can't reach, or achieve, or have.

What if our goals were something else? What if being happy didn't depend on one upman-ship? What if it were possible to be happy without comparing ourselves to others? Or what if being happy meant peace and enough of whatever we needed instead of whatever we could grab the most of?
 
It  seems to me that the biggest obstacle between me and true joy is often myself.

I am more connected to the rest of creation than I want to believe, so when I step on others I am injuring myself in ways I don't even understand.
 
Defining success in terms of peace and kindness, compassion and love, is harder than finding the lowest common denominator with competitions for power and place.

Ignorance is no sin, but in the long run it's no great advantage either.