A few days ago, I was playing a game for lesiure, trying to kill time during my 7 weeks of holidays. I had no big project, since I would only get promoted to year 2 the next semester.
But while my opponent was enjoying the fun of the game (while he was winning of course), and as he looked on to see if I found the same joy, I realised I might have been a little too serious.
At that time, others were enjoying the fun and amusement of the game, during the journey itself, and all I could think of with grim was finding a strategy to come back for a full victory. I felt the only was I could ever be happy was if the end of the journey was in my favour.
The same probably goes for everything else I have done. To put it simply, perhaps my attitude towards life needs to be adjusted. People say the journey is more important than the goal itself, which is a concept I have completely opposed...
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