What do we really want? It’s not always what we “think.”

Last night I posted the link below to my Facebook page, saying how I admire the person in the photo. I have often wondered what it would be like to have the courage to take to the streets. My heart dreams of freedom from convention, freedom from fear, constraint.

I have lived in three countries, three of the United States and eleven cities. I have learned two foreign languages. Lived on a lonely tropical beach. And ridden a camel in the Sahara desert. My heart usually gets what it wants.

Why then, have I convinced myself that I am desperate for conventional success…and that I’ve failed? I get caught, like many of us, thinking I’ll never have enough money, or recognition, vacations, or praise.  I get caught comparing my own precious life to the lives of others. And fearing the worst: comparison and judgment by “them.”

It’s the thinking that kills us every time, isn’t it? while the happy heart goes pumping away unnoticed.