Self-Fulfillment?
The one thing that's been on my mind lately is the suggestion from my parents that my desire to escape to college – ie living on college campus as opposed to commuting like I have been for years – is because I'm looking for some sort of self-fulfillment.
In some sense, I must obviously agree. I've been quite anxious living at home for a plethora of reasons: some practical, some vague, some emotional, some without evident solutions — blah blah blah. I say blah blah blah only because I'm tired of puling about my problems (legitimate though they are). That's half the reason I'm compelled to move out of home and onto campus: I'm not looking for solutions — though my parents have suggested I need to fix a something. I'm looking to live a relatively normal life.
I'm not talking about grass being greener on the other side. I'm not talking about escaping my problems. I am talking about being near friends. I am talking about not having to commute two hours a day. I am talking about — especially considering the fact that I'm 23 — at least resembling an adult and living outside of my parents' house.
Yes, I am, in one sense, seeking self-fulfillment, but this is only insofar as humans are not meant to make sure they stay inside torturous situations as long as possible.
It's not some dramatic rebellion, some hatred of everything going on in my life. I'm just trying to focus on school and friends. I'm not even pretending to suppose that school or friends would make my life complete. I'm merely assuming there's something reasonable about wanting friends, about wanting to enjoy what God gives me as opposed to endlessly ruminating over all my frustrations.
I think I might have to address my specific frustrations in a later entry, but I thought all that was worth mentioning.
In some sense, I must obviously agree. I've been quite anxious living at home for a plethora of reasons: some practical, some vague, some emotional, some without evident solutions — blah blah blah. I say blah blah blah only because I'm tired of puling about my problems (legitimate though they are). That's half the reason I'm compelled to move out of home and onto campus: I'm not looking for solutions — though my parents have suggested I need to fix a something. I'm looking to live a relatively normal life.
I'm not talking about grass being greener on the other side. I'm not talking about escaping my problems. I am talking about being near friends. I am talking about not having to commute two hours a day. I am talking about — especially considering the fact that I'm 23 — at least resembling an adult and living outside of my parents' house.
Yes, I am, in one sense, seeking self-fulfillment, but this is only insofar as humans are not meant to make sure they stay inside torturous situations as long as possible.
It's not some dramatic rebellion, some hatred of everything going on in my life. I'm just trying to focus on school and friends. I'm not even pretending to suppose that school or friends would make my life complete. I'm merely assuming there's something reasonable about wanting friends, about wanting to enjoy what God gives me as opposed to endlessly ruminating over all my frustrations.
I think I might have to address my specific frustrations in a later entry, but I thought all that was worth mentioning.
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