I often hear smart people pushing hard to make their life a success. To make stuff happen so they can be happy: Get the bigger house. The baby. The spouse. The bach. The overseas trip. The promotion. The passion-fuelled soul-business. The qualification. The body. The reno. Get mortgage-free. The investment property. Another child. The white picket fence.
Once those things are in place, well, then we'll have "made it". Arrived. Got there. And that is a thing worth striving for, no? To arrive. That's what it's all about.
Or is it? Here's the thing. There. Is. No. "Arrived". Arrived is a destination that does not exist.
Perpetually seeking "arrived" is code for deferring your happiness. It's making your happiness dependent on a future possible external consequence. We keep striving for arriving and all it's doing is keeping people stressed out. We never "make it". Get all the ducks in a row. Doesn't happen.
Why? Because "making it" is not a real outcome in life. Life is not built to have that definitive "made it" point. Life is meant to be an endless process of expansion. Fulfilling one desire is the route to another desire being born within us. Fulfilled desire breeds new desire. We are never "done". It's about continual expansion, not completion. We never truly "arrive".
