Right now I’m frustrated and disappointed with my life, because it’s not as good as I would like it to be. I’m not having as much fun, or doing as much good, as I would like to be having and doing.
I’m trying really hard at the three main things I care about: mysticism, philosophy, and romance. In all of these spheres I’m meeting with a lot of failure. I’m failing at mysticism because I have no idea how to achieve enlightenment. I’m failing at philosophy because other people aren’t convinced that my ideas are true, and I’m not convinced that my ideas are true. And my love life is, and always has been, plagued with complex issues.
I don’t think I’m unique in this regard. I think nearly every person who engages in these activities suffers from these very problems. But the disappointment remains.
I’ve noticed that I tend to set impossibly difficult goals for myself, and then I’m upset when I don’t achieve them. I do this because I expect a lot out of myself, and have high standards for myself.
I do the same thing with other people. I tend to divide people into “worthy” and “not worthy.” I don’t expect anything out of the “not worthy” people, and I expect a lot out of the “worthy” people. Then I’m surprised when the “worthy” people don’t deliver what I expected out of them.