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I Don’t Have Any Goals

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Lately, I’ve realized something profound about the way I want to live my life—at least for now. For so long, my days were filled with plans, objectives, and to-do lists. I meticulously mapped out every detail of my life, from the meals I would cook to the next three years of my future. My energy was spent chasing outcomes and accomplishments. Every action had a purpose, and every moment was tied to a result.

But now, I’ve come to a different phase. I no longer crave the satisfaction of achieving something or the highs that come with completing a goal. I don’t want to feel the pressure to create, produce, or even feel euphoric about anything. I just want to exist—to experience life without expectation, without striving for a result, and without the constant need to feel something monumental.

At first, this shift was confusing and difficult to name. It felt like walking in the middle of the dark, unsure of what I was searching for or why I was even feeling this way. I wondered if I was being lazy or unmotivated, unable to label what I was experiencing. There was no clear vocabulary or framework to describe it. All I knew was that something inside me was changing.

At work, I’m still effective, organized, and goal-driven because that’s the nature of my responsibilities. But once I step through the door of my home, I long for the opposite. I want to let go of plans and agendas. I don’t want to make music or write because those things still come with an expectation of “feeling good” or achieving something creative. I don’t want to feel like I have to do anything extraordinary or meaningful. I just want peace—a state of calm that isn’t high or low, but steady and neutral.

Living without goals doesn’t mean I’m lazy or unmotivated. It means I’m giving myself the gift of being present. It means I’m learning to appreciate the quiet moments of life that don’t need to build toward anything. It’s like finding solace in simply existing, without chasing after what’s next.

This phase feels unfamiliar, even strange at times, like stepping into uncharted territory. But it’s a part of my journey. A life without goals, without expectations, is not empty—it’s freeing. It’s a space where I can breathe, let go of the need to achieve, and finally find rest.

Finally, I’m Me

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For years, I felt like I was a supporting character in someone else’s story. My life was shaped by what others wanted me to be—fitting into roles, fulfilling expectations, and adapting to standards that were never mine to begin with. But somewhere along the way, I began to ask myself: What about me? What do I want? Who am I when I’m not trying to please everyone else?

It wasn’t a revelation that came all at once. It was a quiet, gradual process—a patchwork of moments where I chose to reclaim a little more of myself. A day when I decided that jogging pants and no makeup were enough to step out into the world. An afternoon spent designing my home, letting my favorite colors and retro-modern style take center stage. A realization that I didn’t need validation from a new bag, a perfect Instagram photo, or anyone’s approval.

This journey wasn’t just about breaking free from what others expected. It was about finding joy in simplicity and discovering that the small, everyday things—like a favorite series on Monday nights or the satisfaction of knowing I did well at work—were enough to make me feel whole.

The Process of Becoming Me  

It started with boundaries. I began to say no to things that didn’t align with my values or made me feel small. Relationships that drained me or took away my sense of self had to go. Instead, I focused on the things that felt authentic—my creativity, my passions, and the sanctuary of my home.

I let go of the need for external validation. This wasn’t easy; for years, I had tied my happiness to what others thought of me. But slowly, I realized that validation from others is fleeting, while the validation I give myself lasts.

I embraced imperfection. Life isn’t about having it all figured out, and neither am I. Philosophers like Søren Kierkegaard remind us that “Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.” Reflecting on my past helped me understand where I’d been, but it was the forward momentum—creating a life on my own terms—that brought me peace.

Reflections on Being Me  

Now, when I look around my life, I see me. My home reflects my personality—vibrant, unique, and full of life. My choices reflect my values—simplicity, independence, and authenticity. And most importantly, my heart reflects peace.

It isn’t always easy. Doubts creep in, as they always will, but they no longer define me. I’ve learned that being me isn’t about perfection; it’s about presence. It’s about showing up for myself, embracing the quiet joy of an unremarkable day, and knowing that who I am is enough.

In the words of Carl Jung, “The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.” And now, finally, I am.