In the Heart of the Mediocre
I have very simple goals in life. One is, to never desire to get rich.
I worked not for the money alone but for the learning that awaits me, for the experience, for the bond that some perfect strangers will make— weeks, months and years later. In exchange of all these, I sometimes accidentally put myself at risk because as you know, I’m worst with partings. I tend to get too attached to people that when the inevitable comes, I find myself broken over and again. But all in all, everything is worth it. There’s nothing to regret about for the things I’ve done and didn’t do. Every person I met, every task I accomplished, or new learning I gained won’t come my way had I opted to stay in my comfort zone nibbling popcorn and drowned myself with soda.
Whereas one key factor to consider when choosing which career you take is good paycheck, it does not ultimately moved me to jump on in on careers that claimed the highest-paying in the market. Because salary, to me, is secondary when making career-shifting decisions. Money gives you power—it gives you the power to finance your other goals, fuel your other dreams besides getting richer. It gives you the buying-power. Consequently more money entails more buying-power. And the hunger for more continues in a terrifyingly endless cycle of having, getting and being more than what you presently have. Man’s thirst is insatiable.
That is not how I envisioned my life to be.
I’ve always wanted a simple life. A home packed with real, happy and contented people. My goal is never to accumulate more wealth than what’s needed. You may say, that’s not entirely rare of an idea because that is how the mediocres think—and exactly the very mindset of a lot of unsuccessful and lazy people. You could be right to some degree on the first. But there’s an indispensable truth about mediocrity that liberates us, self-confessed mediocres. We do not aspire to become or have more because we are content with what we have or who we are at the moment. That is how I incorporate my lack for the urge to aspire to have something more or become something greater in my daily life.
In terms of material possessions, I am contented with what I have. I, for one, cannot assure that being more or having more will in the end, makes me a happier or more fulfilled person. That is why I do not aspire. I just do what I believe is appropriately needed and see how things will fall into place.
However, I do consider my lifeboats in case circumstances will take a different course than what has been planned. That’s how insurance companies came to life. Yes, I needed those to put some uncertainties and a lot other things to death and put to rest my doubts of the unknown future. But then again, never for the reason of getting more than what I genuinely need to survive a simple yet happy and contented life.
I live for the moments that make me more in tune with my own humanity.
Everything in life is non-permanent. Riches, power and glory are temporary. They fade and change course like the weather without warning. We have seen great people who stood at the pedestal like kings but hiding behind false laughter and smiles and scars that even money could not heal. Those who have all the riches in their hands but could not make one family, genuinely happy. That’s what I fear—being consumed by all that the world has offered and ultimately lose myself in the process… and forget being human.