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What Is Mine to Do

What Is Mine to Do

 

 

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The Hardest Part in the Serenity Prayer

I brought the question to him one day because it had been troubling me for a long time. “There’s something about the Serenity Prayer I don’t fully understand,” I said. He looked up, interested. “What is it?”

“I think most people focus on the first two parts,” I replied. “The serenity to accept what cannot be changed and the courage to change what can be changed. But the part that seems most difficult to me is the last one: the wisdom to know the difference. How do we actually know? How do we decide whether something is within our control?”

He smiled. “That is probably the hardest part.” For a moment, he remained silent, then continued. “The difficulty is that we are not always objective when evaluating situations.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our emotional state shapes how we perceive our ability to influence things,” he said. “When we feel strong, confident, and empowered, we often overestimate our control. We think we can fix everything, change people, solve every problem, and overcome every obstacle. And when we feel weak, we do the opposite. We underestimate our ability and convince ourselves that nothing can be changed, even things that are actually within our reach.”

I laughed. “Sometimes we think we control everything, and other times we think we control nothing.”

“Exactly,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “Let’s start with something simple. There are certain things that are directly within your control.”

“Such as?”

“Your thoughts. Your responses. Your decisions. Your actions. Your words. Your effort.”

“That sounds obvious.”

“It sounds obvious,” he replied, “but most people spend surprisingly little time focusing on these things.” He paused. “Now let’s talk about something else. Other people.”

I smiled. “That’s where life gets complicated.”

He laughed. “Yes. That’s where confusion usually begins. People often assume they have more control over others than they actually do.” He paused, then offered an example. “Children. Parents often believe they control their children. But do they really?”

“At least while the children are young,” I said.

“Not exactly,” he replied. “What they control are actions. A child eats because the parent insists. Sleeps because the parent decides. Follows rules because consequences exist. But that is only control of behavior, not of thoughts.” He let that sentence sit for a moment. “Think about it. Even when your child was five years old, you could not control what he believed, what he felt, or what he thought. You could influence those things, but you could never directly control them.”

I sat with that quietly, because it was true. He went on. “As children grow older, this reality becomes more obvious. Suddenly they disagree. They make their own choices. They form their own opinions. And parents become frustrated, because it feels to them as though something has changed, as though the child who once listened without question has somehow slipped out of their hands.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “But nothing has actually changed. The disagreement, the independence, the private opinions, all of it was there long before it became visible. A small child does not lack a will of his own. He only lacks the strength, the words, and the confidence to make that will known. What grows with age is not the child’s independence. It is only the ability to express what was always there. So, when a parent senses that something has shifted, they are usually right that something looks different. But the underlying truth has not changed at all. It has simply come into view, the way a shape becomes visible once the fog around it clears.” He let that settle for a moment before finishing his thought. “That is when parents discover something that was always true. They were influencing all along, not controlling.”

I thought about several relationships in my life. “Then much of our frustration comes from confusing influence with control.”

He nodded. “A great deal of it.” Then he said something that changed how I thought about responsibility. “Your real circle of control is quite small.”

“That sounds discouraging.”

“It only sounds discouraging because you believe control creates power.”

“Doesn’t it?”

“Not necessarily. You control yourself. Your thoughts, responses, and decisions. Everything else is influence.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s already a lot,” he said. “It will feel like a lot once you start using it.”

He drew an imaginary circle with his hand. “Most people spend their lives in the outer circle—the circle of concerns—what people think, what other people should do, what the economy should do, and what family members should do.”

I laughed. “That sounds familiar.”

“It sounds familiar because that’s where most of us live.” He drew a smaller circle inside the larger one. “But when you focus on what you actually control—your actions, your habits, your responses—something interesting happens. Your influence grows.”

That seemed backward to me. “If my circle of control is smaller, why would my influence be larger?”

He smiled. “People are influenced by character. Think about the people who have influenced you most. Were they constantly trying to control you?”

“No,” I said, and I thought immediately of several names.

“What made them influential, then?”

I thought for a moment. “Their integrity. Their consistency. Their example.”

“Exactly. The more responsibility you take for your conduct, the more credible you become, and credibility creates influence. The irony is that people who spend all their time trying to control others usually lose influence, while those who focus on controlling themselves often gain it.”

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then I asked another question. “How do I know whether something belongs in my circle of control or my circle of influence?”

He smiled. “Ask yourself a simple question. Can I directly decide this? If the answer is yes, it belongs in your circle of control. If the answer is no, it belongs at best in your circle of influence.”

“That sounds simple.”

“It is simple.”

“Then why is it so difficult?”

He smiled again. “Because, emotionally, we don’t like the answer.” We both laughed. “Think about it,” he continued. “You want someone to appreciate you. Can you make them appreciate you directly?”

“No. I can only influence them.”

“You want your child to make wise choices. Can you make those choices for them?”

“No. I can only guide.”

“Exactly.” He grew thoughtful. “Much of our anxiety stems from trying to carry responsibilities that do not belong to us. We want certainty. We want guarantees. We want complete control over outcomes. We want people to respond exactly as we hope. But life doesn’t work that way.”

“No,” I said quietly. “It doesn’t.”

He nodded. “We are responsible for effort, not outcomes.” That line reminded me of so many spiritual teachings I had encountered over the years. “God never gave us control over everything,” he continued. “He gave us responsibility.” The distinction felt profound, and I sat with it for a while.

As our conversation ended, I found myself thinking again about the Serenity Prayer. For years, I had assumed that serenity and courage were the difficult parts. Now I understood why wisdom sits between them, because without it, we try to change what cannot be changed or surrender what should be changed. Perhaps wisdom begins when we stop asking how to control this situation and start asking instead what is mine to do here. That question quietly returns us to reality.

My thoughts are mine. My actions are mine. My responses are mine. My effort is mine. Other people are not. Outcomes are not. The future is not. Strangely, the clearer we see those boundaries, the lighter life becomes. Not because problems disappear, but because we stop carrying burdens that were never ours to begin with.

 

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Why Comfort Is Not Enough

Why Comfort Is Not Enough

 

 

 

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I once asked him a question that had quietly bothered me for years: “Why do people who seem to have everything still feel empty?”

He looked at me for a moment and said, “What do you mean by everything?”

“Comfort, I suppose. Money. Status. Security. Entertainment. The freedom to do almost whatever they want.”

“And none of those seem sufficient?”

“Not always.”

I thought of several people I had known over the years. Some had achieved much of what others spend their lives pursuing. Their careers were successful. Their finances were stable. Their lives appeared comfortable from the outside. Yet whenever I spent enough time with them, I sensed a restlessness that those achievements hadn’t resolved. At the same time, I had known people whose circumstances were objectively more difficult. They carried burdens others did not. Yet they often had an aliveness that seemed strangely absent in people with easier lives.

He nodded and said, “So perhaps comfort and meaning are not the same thing.”

I expected a more satisfying answer. I asked, “Isn’t comfort part of a good life?”

“Of course it is. Rest matters. Pleasure matters. Security matters. There is nothing admirable about making life unnecessarily difficult.”

He paused for some time, and then added, “But suppose every discomfort disappeared. Would that automatically answer the question, What is my life for?”

I thought about it. “No,” I finally said.

He smiled faintly and said, “Then perhaps comfort solves one kind of human problem without solving another.”

That distinction stayed with me.

For much of my life, I assumed dissatisfaction meant something was missing from a person’s circumstances. More success. More recognition. More freedom. More enjoyable experiences. If enough problems could be removed and enough pleasures added, fulfillment would surely follow. Yet experience kept complicating that theory. A person could possess comfort and still wonder why any of it mattered.

After a few moments, he asked, “Have you ever been busy and yet strangely empty?”

I laughed and said, “More than once.”

“What was missing?”

The question immediately brought a particular period of my life to mind. My days were full. Meetings, responsibilities, deadlines, projects. From the outside, it looked productive. In fact, if someone had asked me whether I was accomplishing things, I would have said yes. Yet there was a question quietly following me through all of it. Why does any of this matter? I wasn’t asking it consciously every day. But I could feel its presence. Eventually I said, “I think I lost sight of why I was doing any of it.”

He nodded. “That is different from being tired.”

I thought about it for a moment and then said, “I was tired too. But this felt deeper.”

“Perhaps you were not only short of energy,” he said. “Perhaps you were short of meaning.”

That was the first time the word came up in our conversation.

After a pause, he asked, “Have you read Viktor Frankl?”

“Only a little.”

He nodded. “Frankl developed what became known as logotherapy around a deceptively simple idea: human beings do not merely seek pleasure, power, or the reduction of discomfort. We also need to experience life as meaningful.”

I had heard that idea before. Yet hearing it beside the discussion of comfort made it feel more concrete.

“So meaning was the main thing he thought people were looking for?” I asked.

“He described the search for meaning as a central human motivation.”

Then he added a qualification I appreciated. “That doesn’t mean meaning explains everything. Human beings are more complicated than that.”

I nodded.

He continued: “Depression, anxiety, trauma, grief, and many other forms of suffering can arise from numerous causes. Meaning is not a replacement for treatment. It is not a cure-all.”

“Then why is it so important?”

“Because even when you understand symptoms, habits, and emotions, something important may remain unexplored if you never ask what a person’s life is oriented toward.”

He paused. “What are they living for?”

That question felt larger than I expected. We often ask people what they want. What career do you want? What kind of house? What income? What lifestyle? What experiences? But what are you living for? belonged to an entirely different category.

It forced me to think not merely about what I hoped to obtain, but about what made obtaining anything worthwhile in the first place.

Seeing my expression, he offered an example: “Imagine two people doing equally demanding work.”

I nodded.

“Same hours. Same effort. Same salary.” He said. “One experiences the work as something to endure until payday. The other believes the work contributes to something deeply important. Wouldn’t both still become tired?”

“Of course.”

“So what changes?”

He smiled. “Not necessarily the exhaustion. The meaning of the exhaustion.”

I understood immediately. Meaning did not remove the cost. It changed the relationship to the cost. I thought about parents caring for a sick child. The sleepless nights are real. The exhaustion is real. Love doesn’t magically eliminate any of that. Yet most parents wouldn’t experience those sacrifices the same way they would meaningless deprivation.

“They know what the tiredness is for,” I said.

“Exactly,” he said. “A burden can remain heavy and still become worth carrying.”

He later spoke about Frankl’s experiences during the Holocaust and the ideas that eventually emerged in Man’s Search for Meaning. But he was careful. “People sometimes turn Frankl into a slogan.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“They hear his story and conclude that meaning allows people to overcome anything.”

I nodded.

“But that isn’t a careful conclusion. Extreme suffering can overwhelm people. Trauma is real. Human resilience varies.”

“So what’s the more accurate lesson?”

He thought for a moment and then said, “Meaning can give a person something to orient toward even when suffering cannot immediately be removed.” Something to live for. I found that formulation both humbler and more profound. It didn’t romanticize suffering. It simply refused to assume suffering had the final word.

I asked another question, “Did Frankl think meaning had to come from some grand achievement?”

“No,” He said, smiling. “And that may be one of the most liberating parts of his thought.”

I leaned forward slightly. “How so?”

“Because meaning can be found in many places.” He began counting examples. “It may emerge through work that contributes something worthwhile. Through creativity. Through service.”

I nodded.

He continued, “Meaning can also emerge through experience. Love. Friendship. Beauty. Nature. Genuine encounters with other people.” Then he paused for a while and added, “And sometimes, when suffering truly cannot be removed, meaning may emerge through the way a person chooses to meet that suffering.”

I frowned slightly. “That sounds dangerous.”

“In what way?”

“It could sound as though suffering itself is good.”

He nodded immediately. “That’s why we have to be careful.”

I appreciated the answer. There was no romanticizing pain. “If suffering can be prevented, treated, corrected, reduced, or resisted,” he continued, “then responsibility may require exactly that. There is no virtue in preserving avoidable suffering simply because it might be meaningful.”

That felt balanced. “Then attitude becomes important when the situation genuinely cannot be changed.”

“Precisely.”

I thought about losses people carry. A loved one who cannot be returned. A diagnosis that cannot be erased. A limitation that must be lived with. An irreversible chapter of life. “What then?” I asked.

He looked at me quietly. “Then the question becomes: How will I meet what I cannot remove?”

I found myself thinking about several people I knew. One had lost much of the independence they once enjoyed because of illness. Another had suffered a loss that permanently altered the shape of their life. Neither person seemed happy about what had happened. Nor should they have been. Yet both possessed a dignity that did not depend on pretending the suffering was good. Perhaps meaning, in those moments, was not found in the circumstance itself. Perhaps it was found in the way they carried it. “Meaning is larger than usefulness,” I said.

“Much larger.”

That distinction felt especially important. We live in a culture that often measures worth through productivity. What have you built? What have you produced? How much have you accomplished? Those questions matter. But if they become the only questions, what happens when productivity becomes impossible? What happens during illness? Disability? Old age? Dependence? Would meaningfulness disappear simply because output decreased? Frankl’s vision suggested otherwise. A person can create something meaningful. A person can love meaningfully. A person can receive beauty meaningfully. A person can endure suffering meaningfully. The possibilities were larger than productivity alone. I found that reassuring. It meant meaning was not postponed until some future day when I finally accomplished something impressive. It might be present in an ordinary afternoon. A sincere conversation. A responsibility handled well. A moment of honesty. A difficult choice made faithfully. A beautiful sunset actually noticed rather than rushed past.

He seemed to sense the direction of my thoughts. “Why do you think people postpone meaning?” He asked.

I smiled. “Because we associate it with something big.”

“Go on.”

“One day I’ll discover my purpose. One day my work will matter. One day I’ll do something important.”

He nodded. “And what happens to today?”

I laughed. “It becomes something to get through.”

That answer felt a little too familiar. For years I had treated the present as preparation for some future significance. Perhaps meaning was always waiting somewhere beyond the next milestone. Frankl’s perspective challenged that assumption. Instead of asking only, What do I want from life?, it invited another question: What is life asking of me right now?

When I asked how that worked in practice, he offered examples: “If someone needs to be heard, meaning may lie in listening well.”

I nodded.

“If a piece of work requires integrity, meaning may lie in doing it honestly.”

“Yes.”

“If you’re witnessing something beautiful, meaning may lie in being present enough to receive it.”

I smiled and asked, “And if I’m facing something I cannot change?”

“Meaning may lie in the kind of person you choose to remain while carrying it.”

The idea had become surprisingly concrete. Meaning was no longer a distant mission statement. It was this person. This responsibility. This situation. This response.

Eventually I asked him something else: “If meaning matters so much, why do we choose comfort instead?”

He smiled and said, “Because comfort usually asks less of us.”

The answer was immediately understandable. Distraction is often easier than reflection. Entertainment is often easier than contribution. Scrolling is often easier than learning. Avoiding a difficult conversation is often easier than having one. Comfort is immediate. Meaning usually asks for participation.

“But comfort isn’t the enemy,” he added.

“No?”

“Of course not. A meaningful life can include rest, pleasure, laughter, friendship, leisure, and joy,” he said. “The problem arises when ease becomes the standard by which everything is judged.”

That felt true. Many meaningful parts of life are not easy. Parenting can be exhausting. Learning can be frustrating. Keeping promises can be inconvenient. Creating something worthwhile can require years of effort. Yet afterward these experiences often leave behind a kind of fullness that passive comfort rarely provides.

“Not easier,” I said. “But fuller.”

He nodded.

I remembered a man I once knew who changed careers. The new work paid less, involved more uncertainty, and demanded more effort. When I asked why he seemed happier, he replied with a sentence I never forgot: “For the first time, I feel useful.”

I shared that story.

He smiled and said, “That may have been one source of meaning for him.”

“Not the only one?”

“No. People are not machines whose worth depends on output.”

Again, the idea widened. A human life could matter without becoming impressive. A person could matter during seasons of giving and seasons of receiving. Presence mattered. Love mattered. Gratitude mattered. Dignity mattered. The way joy was received mattered. The way suffering was carried mattered.

As I reflected on my own life, I noticed something. Some days filled with entertainment left almost no lasting impression. They were enjoyable enough, but strangely thin. Other days contained very little excitement, yet remained memorable because of a meaningful conversation, a period of concentrated learning, an act of service, a moment of beauty, or a responsibility taken seriously. Those days were not always happier. But they felt more inhabited. I had participated in them rather than merely consumed them.

As our conversation drew to a close, I returned to my original question. “So why do people who seem to have everything still feel empty?”

He thought for a while before answering. “Sometimes because what they have answers questions the human heart was never ultimately asking.”

I waited.

“Money answers, ‘What can I afford?’ Comfort answers, ‘How can I reduce inconvenience?’ Status answers, ‘How am I regarded?’ Pleasure answers, ‘What feels good right now?'” Then he added quietly: “But none of them necessarily answers, ‘What is worth giving myself to?'”

That seemed to bring the entire conversation together. The problem was never pleasure. Or comfort. Or success. Or wealth. The problem was expecting them to carry a weight they were never designed to carry.

Later, I reflected on our conversation. When restlessness appears, perhaps the first question should not always be: How can I feel better? Sometimes another question deserves to stand beside it: What am I living for right now? What matters in this moment? What is being asked of me here? Is there something worth loving, serving, creating, receiving, or enduring that I have stopped noticing?

Meaning does not eliminate pain. It does not guarantee happiness. It does not replace treatment when treatment is needed. But it can provide direction where comfort alone cannot. Perhaps human beings need more than a pleasant life. We need a life that points somewhere. Something worth loving. Something worth serving. Something worth creating. Something worth receiving with gratitude. And when suffering truly cannot be removed, some way of meeting it that allows us to remain human rather than be defined entirely by what has happened.

Comfort can make life easier. Meaning helps us understand what makes the living worthwhile.

 

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The Trap of Waiting for Certainty

The Trap of Waiting for Certainty

 

 

 

 

 

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“I keep going in circles,” I told him.

He waited.

“I can’t seem to make a decision with peace. Every time I think I’ve arrived at an answer, another thought appears.”

“What kind of thought?” He asked.

“The usual kind. What if this is wrong? What if I missed something? What if I regret it later? What if this affects other people in ways I can’t foresee?”

“And then?”

“And then I start over.”

I revisited the same options, reanalyzed the same facts, and reconsidered the same fears. Sometimes I spent so much time evaluating a decision that I lost sight of what I was trying to decide in the first place. I wasn’t moving forward. I was simply circling the same territory, hoping that one more round of thinking would finally produce certainty.

For a few moments, he said nothing. Then he asked, “What are you hoping to find at the end of all that thinking?”

“The right answer.”

He smiled slightly and said, “The right answer, or certainty?”

I wanted to answer immediately. Instead, I found myself hesitating. Because the more I thought about it, the more I realized he had touched something important. I wasn’t merely trying to make a good decision. I was trying to find a decision that came with guarantees. No regret. No loss. No unintended consequences. No possibility of discovering later that I should have chosen differently. In other words, I wanted something life had never promised.

He seemed to notice where my thoughts had gone. “You are expecting something from decisions that decisions were never meant to provide.” He said.

“What?”

“Certainty.”

I found myself thinking about several decisions I had delayed over the years. One involved changing direction in a professional project. For months, I moved between different options, filling notebooks with considerations, advantages, risks, and contingency plans. Every time I reached a conclusion, I found a new possibility that needed to be examined. At first, I called it thoroughness. Looking back, it was mostly fear. Not fear of making a bad decision. Fear of making a human one. Because a human decision always contains uncertainty.

“No human decision can be absolute,” he said.

The statement sounded obvious. Yet emotionally, I had never accepted it. Part of me still believed that if I thought long enough, gathered enough information, and consulted enough people, I would eventually arrive at a perfect choice. A choice so clearly correct that all doubt would disappear. But every important decision I had ever faced seemed to resist that fantasy.

He leaned back and said something I would return to many times afterward. “Decisions are not about certainty.” He said, “They are about sincerity, humility, and movement.”

The word that stayed with me was movement. Because anxiety rarely moves. It analyzes. It rehearses. It predicts. It revisits. It stands at the crossroads, imagining every possible road while refusing to walk any of them.

I remembered a friend who once spent nearly a year deciding whether to relocate for an opportunity that genuinely excited him. Every few weeks he discovered a new concern. A new variable. A new risk. Eventually, someone asked him a simple question: “If every concern disappeared, would you move tomorrow?” After a long silence, he admitted that another concern would probably replace the ones that had already been resolved. The problem was not a lack of information. The problem was expecting certainty to arrive eventually. I understood him because I had often done the same thing.

“What kinds of decisions trouble you most?” he asked.

“The ones that affect other people.”

He nodded.

“Tell me more.”

I thought about my answer. “Family decisions. Decisions that affect parents, children, or people who depend on me. Those are the hardest.”

“Because you don’t want to harm them.”

“Exactly.”

“What do you do when faced with those decisions?”

“I try to think through every possible outcome.”

“And then?”

“I try to think through the outcomes of those outcomes.”

He laughed quietly and said, “So you attempt to see the future.”

I smiled. “When you put it that way, it sounds impossible.”

“Because it is.”

There was no criticism in his voice. Only clarity. He continued. “When decisions affect other people, include them.”

That sounded simpler than I expected. Seeing my expression, he elaborated. “When decisions affect others, their perspectives matter. Not because they possess certainty, but because they see things you do not.”

That reminded me of a conversation I had once had with a family member while wrestling with an important decision. I had become so focused on what could go wrong that I completely overlooked a potential benefit that seemed obvious to her. It wasn’t that she was wiser than I was. She was simply standing in a different place and therefore seeing a different part of the landscape.

Perhaps that is why consultation matters. Not because it produces certainty. But because it expands vision. Then he said something else. “We do not possess God’s vision.”

The statement immediately softened something in me. So much anxiety comes from unconsciously expecting ourselves to see everything. Every consequence. Every possibility. Every future outcome. We want complete visibility before moving forward. Yet no human being has ever possessed that kind of vision.

Wisdom is not knowing everything. Wisdom begins by accepting that we cannot. I admitted something that had often frustrated me. “Sometimes people don’t really tell me what they think.”

“What do you mean?”

“They leave the decision entirely to me.”

He smiled. “Have you told them that?”

The question surprised me. “No.”

“Why not?”

I wasn’t sure. Perhaps I had assumed their silence meant they had nothing to contribute. But he pointed out something I had never considered before. People often hesitate for reasons hidden from us. They may fear being blamed if things go badly. They may fear conflict. They may worry about disappointing someone. Sometimes they remain vague not because they don’t care, but because they are afraid. That shifted the entire conversation. The issue was no longer simply making the right decision. It was creating enough trust for honest dialogue.

A few moments later, he said something I desperately needed to hear. “You will make mistakes.” There was no hesitation in his voice. Not you might. You will.

At first, I resisted the idea. I realized how much of my decision paralysis rested on the hope that careful thinking could somehow exempt me from mistakes. Yet when I looked back over my life, many of the lessons I valued most came from decisions that didn’t unfold according to plan. A project I was certain would succeed ended in disappointment. At the time, I considered it a failure. Yet the experience exposed weaknesses in my approach that success would have hidden. Another decision led to a difficult season I never would have chosen. Yet that season taught patience, resilience, and humility in ways comfort never could. Growth and perfection rarely seemed to travel together.

He continued. “Some mistakes can be corrected.”

That brought relief.

“And some cannot.”

That brought humility.

“But even those can become teachers if you are willing to learn.”

I sat quietly. The longer I reflected on it, the more I saw how often I treated life as though it were a single examination where one incorrect answer ruined everything. But life is not a single test. It is a long journey. Most decisions do not permanently close the story. They become part of the story.

Eventually our discussion returned to the deeper source of paralysis. “The thought that traps people is usually simple,” he said.

“What thought?”

“What if something goes wrong?”

I nodded immediately. That thought had accompanied countless decisions.

“The question appears responsible,” he said. “But repeated endlessly, it becomes a prison.”

I understood exactly what he meant. At some point, caution stops serving wisdom. It starts serving fear. The mind stops evaluating possibilities and begins worshipping safety. Then he said something that reminded me of our earlier conversations about anxiety. “Do not become the servant of your thoughts.”

I sat with that for a while. Because it described what often happened during difficult decisions. A fearful thought appeared. Then another. Then another. Soon I stopped evaluating them. I was obeying them. He described it as allowing thoughts to go out of bounds.

I liked the image immediately. Most anxious thinking begins with something legitimate. A reasonable concern. A genuine possibility. But then the mind keeps expanding it beyond proportion. A concern becomes a scenario. The scenario becomes a prediction. The prediction becomes an emotional certainty. And before long, we react to imagined futures rather than present realities.

“So what should I do when that happens?” I asked.

He thought for a moment. Then he said, “Ask yourself a simple question.”

“What question?”

“Is this thought helping me decide, or is it helping me avoid discomfort?”

I found myself returning to that question often. Because many thoughts disguise themselves as wisdom. In reality, they are attempts to escape uncertainty. The more honest I became with myself, the more often I recognized the pattern. I wasn’t always seeking clarity. Often, I was seeking emotional immunity. I wanted a decision that would protect me from regret, criticism, uncertainty, and pain. But no such decision exists.

Some months later, I finally made a choice I had postponed for a very long time. Not because every question was answered. Not because certainty arrived. But because I accepted that certainty was never coming. I had reflected carefully. I had sought advice. I had listened honestly. I had prayed, considered the available information, and examined my motives as best I could. And then I moved.

That was the most important part. I moved. Was the decision perfect?

No.

Did everything unfold exactly as I expected?

Of course not. Some parts went better than anticipated. Others brought challenges I had never foreseen. But something surprising happened. I survived the uncertainty. And more importantly, I learned from it.

That was the moment I finally understood what he had been trying to show me all along. A decision is not the end of the journey. It is part of the journey.

Many of us suffer because we treat every choice as though it must permanently secure the future. We want today’s decision to guarantee tomorrow’s outcome. But life is more fluid than that. You learn. You adjust. You correct. You grow.

Looking back, the greatest gift he gave me was not a formula for making flawless decisions. It was freedom from the illusion that flawless decisions exist. Once that illusion begins to fade, something else becomes possible. You consult honestly. You reflect carefully. You remain open to correction. And then you move forward, not because certainty has finally arrived, but because you have accepted that learning matters more than certainty ever could.

And perhaps real maturity begins there: not when a person finds the perfect decision, but when a person stops demanding guarantees from life and becomes willing to walk forward with humility, sincerity, and the courage to learn from whatever comes next.

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What Lies Beneath “I Don’t Feel Like It”

What Lies Beneath "I Don't Feel Like It"

 

 

 

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I said it casually, almost as though it settled the matter. “I just don’t feel like doing it.”

He did not respond immediately. Instead, he looked at me for a few moments before asking, “Are you sure that’s the real reason?”

I shrugged. “What else could it be?”

“That,” he said quietly, “is exactly what you need to find out.”

His answer stayed with me. Until then, I had never questioned the sentence itself. If I didn’t feel like doing something, I assumed I had already explained the problem. Yet his question suggested that perhaps I had only described my experience without understanding it.

We say those words so naturally that they hardly attract our attention. “I don’t feel like studying.” “I don’t feel like working.” “I don’t feel like having that conversation.” “I don’t feel like starting.” The sentence sounds honest because it accurately describes how we feel in that moment. But does it really explain why we feel that way? Or does it simply bring the conversation with ourselves to an end before it has truly begun?

He explained it in a way that made me reconsider the whole issue. “When you say you don’t feel like doing something,” he said, “you are stopping the inquiry too early.” I realized how often I had done exactly that. Instead of becoming curious about my resistance, I had accepted it as the final explanation. Once I had said, I don’t feel like it, I rarely asked another question.

“Don’t simply accept the feeling,” he continued. “Analyze it.”

That sounded easier than it actually was. Analysis requires honesty, and honesty often asks us to look beyond the most convenient explanation. He began asking me questions I had never thought to ask myself. “Why don’t you feel like doing it? What exactly are you resisting? What do you imagine will happen if you begin? And what would become uncomfortable if you stopped avoiding it?”

That last question changed the direction of my thinking. Until then, I had been looking at the task itself. He was asking me to look at what the task awakened within me. Perhaps I was not avoiding the task as much as the discomfort I was associating with it.

He explained that many of our “I don’t feel like it” moments conceal something deeper. Sometimes it is fear. Sometimes uncertainty. Sometimes the possibility of failure, embarrassment, or disappointment. At other times, it is simply a lack of clarity. We have never truly decided that the task matters, so our minds naturally drift away from it. The behavior may appear to be a lack of motivation, but the underlying cause may be something entirely different. He was careful not to reduce everything to a single explanation. “Procrastination,” he said, “is not one problem. It can have a variety of causes.”

The more I reflected on that statement, the more obvious it became. Two people may postpone exactly the same task for entirely different reasons. One may be afraid of failing. Another may feel overwhelmed because he does not know where to begin. Someone else may simply find the task meaningless. Outwardly, the behavior looks identical. Inwardly, the reasons may have very little in common. If we assume every delay is laziness, we stop looking before we have understood the real issue.

He offered a simple example. “If you don’t feel like studying,” he said, “ask yourself: do you not feel like studying, or do you not feel like studying this?”

I smiled because I immediately recognized myself in the question. There were subjects I could spend hours exploring without noticing the passage of time, while others felt exhausting after only a few minutes. Perhaps the problem was not my ability to study, but my relationship with what I was studying.

“But don’t stop there,” he added. “Sometimes the reason is simply that you’re not interested. And sometimes the lack of interest is hiding something deeper.”

That was a more difficult possibility to consider. There are things we avoid not because they are unimportant, but because they expose us. A difficult conversation may force us to admit we were wrong. A demanding project may reveal the limits of our ability. An important opportunity may entail the possibility of failure. It is often easier to say, “I don’t feel like it,” than to admit, “I’m afraid of what this might reveal about me.”

“Your comfort zone,” he said, “is not merely a place where life feels easy. It is also the place where your limitations remain undisturbed.”

I had never thought of comfort in that way. We usually associate it with safety, yet comfort can quietly become a prison if we never question it. The things we avoid are not always beyond our ability. Sometimes they simply require us to move beyond what feels familiar.

As I looked back over my own life, I began to notice a pattern. There were conversations I repeatedly postponed, responsibilities I kept delaying, and opportunities I quietly stepped away from. Each time, I had given myself the same explanation: I just don’t feel like it. The sentence sounded reasonable, but now it seemed incomplete. It described my reluctance without explaining it.

One day I decided to test what he had been saying. There was a task I had postponed for weeks. Every morning I told myself I would do it tomorrow, when I was in a better mood or had more energy. This time, instead of postponing it again, I asked myself a different question. What exactly am I avoiding?

The answer came more quickly than I expected. It wasn’t the task. It was the possibility of not doing it well. That realization did not suddenly make me enthusiastic, nor did it remove my reluctance. But it did make the problem visible. Instead of struggling against a vague lack of motivation, I could now see what I was actually dealing with. And once something becomes visible, it can also become manageable.

I did not wait until I felt motivated. I simply began with a small step. The discomfort did not disappear immediately, but it no longer controlled the decision. I had begun to understand the difference between following a feeling and understanding it. Only then did I fully appreciate something he had said earlier: “Growth often lies in doing what you don’t feel like doing.”

He was not suggesting that we should ignore our feelings or force ourselves blindly through life. Feelings often contain valuable information. The question is whether we are willing to understand what they are telling us. Sometimes they reveal that we genuinely need rest. Sometimes they show us that a task lacks meaning. But at other times, they reveal the very place where we have become limited by fear, comfort, or avoidance. Those are the moments that invite growth.

Since then, I have become more cautious whenever I hear myself say, “I don’t feel like it.” I no longer treat the sentence as an answer. I treat it as the beginning of an inquiry. What am I really resisting? What am I afraid might happen? What is this feeling trying to protect me from? The answers are not always immediate, but asking the questions changes the conversation I have with myself.

Perhaps that is the real lesson. Our resistance is rarely random. It points toward something that deserves to be understood. Sometimes it reveals a genuine limitation. Sometimes it uncovers a mistaken belief. Sometimes it simply exposes a fear that has quietly been making decisions on our behalf.

The next time you hear yourself say, “I don’t feel like it,” resist the temptation to stop there. Pause for a moment. Let the sentence become the beginning of a conversation rather than the end of one. Because on the other side of that conversation lies something far more valuable than discipline alone.

It is self-understanding. And lasting change almost always begins there.

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From Vision to Action: One Step at a Time

From Vision to Action: One Step at a Time

 

 

Creating a compelling vision for one’s life is both inspiring and essential. It provides direction, sparks purpose, and aligns our energy toward something meaningful. But soon after that clarity emerges, another experience often occurs—overwhelm. The gap between where we are and where we want to go can feel vast. We might ask ourselves, “How will I ever get there? There’s so much to accomplish. What if I fail?”

This is where we need to pause and reframe. Because progress is not achieved by solving the entire puzzle at once. It happens by taking the first clear step—with faith, humility, and courage.

Begin with What You Can Do

In every situation, the first question should not be, “How do I solve everything?” but rather, “What can I do right now?”

The idea is not to plan 300 steps ahead, which only causes anxiety. Instead, focus on one small but right step that you can control. Put your energy there.

Often, we immobilize ourselves with questions about the future:

  • What if it doesn’t work?
  • What if I can’t handle the next phase?
  • What if I run out of strength?

But the present asks us to focus on today, not solve tomorrow.

Let the First Step Reveal the Next

Once you take that first meaningful action, a surprising thing happens: the next step becomes clear. Like headlights in the fog, you don’t need to see the entire road. You just need to see far enough to keep moving forward.

Trying to control or predict the entire journey often comes from fear. But faith-based living teaches us: We are responsible for effort, not results. The solutions belong to God. Our role is to take wise, humble, consistent action, one step at a time.

Destiny Reveals Itself Along the Way

You might think, “I’ll arrive when I reach this milestone.” But every destination turns out to be part of a longer journey. As soon as you achieve something, new responsibilities, emotions, and uncertainties come up.

Even joy can cause fear: What if I lose what I’ve just found?

This is a reminder that life isn’t a fixed point — it’s a changing, evolving journey. There is no “final arrival” in this world. There is only movement, growth, surrender, and constant re-alignment.

Faith, Not Forecasting

When we create a vision for our lives, we must remember Who ultimately shapes the outcomes. We may walk with wisdom, but only God sees the full picture. Our responsibility is not to predict every step but to act with trust and integrity at each decision point.

Let the future unfold as it will. Focus on doing the next right thing—and trust the One who writes destinies to handle the rest.

Reflection Questions

  • What is one action I can take today that aligns with my vision and values?
  • Am I fixating on outcomes I can’t control instead of focusing on what I can do?
  • Where do I need to let go of the illusion of control and trust the process more?
  • Have I mistaken a milestone for the end instead of embracing the next chapter of the journey?

Final Thought

Don’t let the size of the mountain prevent you from taking the first step. You were never meant to carry the entire journey on your shoulders—only to walk it, one step at a time.

And in that walk, God meets you.

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Humility and Courage in Competitive Environments

 

 

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Modern professional settings are often highly competitive. Success depends not only on hard work but also on how confidently someone presents themselves. Consider two managers: when asked by their boss if they can deliver a project, one replies, “I’ll do my best, but I can’t guarantee success.” The other confidently states, “Of course, I can do it—no problem.”

The irony is that the first might be more diligent and capable, but the second, by projecting confidence, could gain greater trust. This tension between showing certainty and admitting reality exposes a deeper test of character.

The Danger of Over-Projection

When we present ourselves as more capable than we truly are, we can create a cycle of self-deception. If results don’t meet expectations, instead of acknowledging our own shortcomings, we’re tempted to blame external factors. This defensive pattern not only damages personal integrity but also keeps us from learning opportunities.

Over-projection creates a fragile confidence—one that relies on appearances rather than substance.

The Prophetic Acknowledgement

A narration about Prophet Muhammad ﷺ offers deep guidance here. He warned that when people present their cases to him, he could only decide based on what he heard. An eloquent speaker might persuade him unjustly, but that wouldn’t make the judgment truly fair[1]. The lesson: human judgment can be influenced by presentation, but divine accountability depends on truth.

This highlights the true test of life: whether we opt for easy illusions or principled honesty.

Humility as a Mindset

Humility is not a sign of weakness. It is a mindset grounded in honesty and realism. It recognizes both our effort and the limits of what we can control. A farmer cannot guarantee a harvest, only diligent sowing; parents cannot guarantee their children’s intelligence, only offer guidance and nurturing.

Similarly, professionals cannot guarantee results—they can only vow to do their best. Outcomes are ultimately in God’s hands, who manages the uncontrollable factors.

The Complement of Courage

Humility must be combined with courage. It takes bravery to say, “I will try my best, but the result is beyond me.” This attitude may not always be what people want; some prefer bold promises. Still, just as every type of business eventually attracts its customers, honesty and humility also find their audience—often those who value trustworthiness over bravado.

The true challenge is accepting that this path may bring tests and sacrifices. However, these tests are proportionate to what God wills for us and never exceed our capacity.

True Confidence

True confidence isn’t about making bold claims we’re unsure of; that’s often just an illusion. Genuine confidence comes from the courage to stay honest—even if honesty seems to stand in the way of our immediate goals. This kind of confidence is rooted in integrity, self-respect, and reliance on God, not in exaggeration or empty promises.

Life’s Repeated Crossroads

At every turn in our lives, we face a choice: either to strengthen our integrity by choosing what we believe is right, or to seek immediate gains by opting for what appears temporarily beneficial. These moments are life’s true tests. Each decision shows whether we measure success by appearances and short-term results, or by the strength of our principles and long-term character.

Principle-Centered Realism

Life constantly presents these crossroads: should we over-project to gain immediate approval, or stand on principle, recognizing limits while committing to effort? The answer depends on conscience. If we can later honestly say, “I was wrong because I overlooked certain factors,” we preserve integrity.

Humility places the truth above one’s ego and goals; courage provides the strength to live by it. Together, they form the foundation of principle-centered living—one that values realism, accepts divine will, and resists the illusions of total control.

Ultimately, humility is not passivity; it is honesty before God and others. Courage is not arrogance; it is the strength to stand by truth even when appearances seem more tempting. True confidence is found not in loud claims but in quiet honesty. And every crossroad in life asks us the same question: will we build integrity or settle for immediate gain?

 

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[1] Bukhari, 2680, Muslim 1713

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Humility and Courage: The Two Pillars of Living by Universal Principles

 

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Across cultures, religions, and philosophies, certain values consistently emerge as universal principles—truthfulness, respect, patience, compassion, tolerance, and justice. They are timeless, deeply human, and recognized by everyone’s conscience. But simply acknowledging these values is not enough. The real challenge is in living them consistently, especially when personal desires, ego, or fear stand in the way.

To embody universal principles in daily life, two qualities are essential: humility and courage. These qualities are not only complementary but also fundamental. Without them, the loftiest principles remain aspirational ideals rather than actual lived experiences.

Why Humility Comes First

Humility means recognizing that my principles take priority over my personal ego. If honesty is my principle, then admitting I was wrong doesn’t damage my self-respect —in fact, it enhances it. If compassion is my principle, then my convenience shouldn’t come before someone else’s needs.

The Qur’an emphasizes this inward stance:

“The doors of the heavens will not be opened for those who rejected Our verses and arrogantly ignored them. They will not enter paradise until a camel passes through the eye of a needle[1]. That is how We punish such criminals.” (Al-A’raf 7:40)

Humility, then, is not a sign of weakness. It is the strength to admit that truth and virtue always transcend my ego.

Example: A parent realizes they scolded their child unfairly. The ego resists admitting fault—“How can I apologize to a child?” But humility transforms the situation: by admitting the mistake, the parent models honesty and respect, and, as a bonus, strengthens the bond of trust.

Why Courage is Essential

If humility surrenders the ego before principles, courage enables a person to act on those principles even when it costs them something. Aristotle, in his Nicomachean Ethics, described courage as the middle ground between cowardice and recklessness: not the absence of fear, but the resolve to act rightly despite fear.

The Qur’an praises this resolve:

“Those whom people cautioned, “The people [of Mecca] have gathered a great force against you; fear them,” but this [information] only increased their faith, and they replied, “God is sufficient for us. He is the best guardian.” (Āl ʿImrān 3:173)

Example: An employee who discovers corruption in their organization is aware of the risks of speaking up—loss of position, hostility, or isolation. But courage rooted in principle drives them to act anyway, believing that integrity is worth more than temporary security.

The Interplay of Humility and Courage

Humility without courage can result in passive virtue—knowing what is right but lacking the boldness to act on it. Courage without humility can turn into arrogance—using boldness to impose the self rather than uphold principles.

Together, they form a balanced character:

  • Humility keeps me small before truth.
  • Courage keeps me strong against falsehood.

This is why thinkers like C.S. Lewis argued that humility is not thinking less of oneself, but thinking of oneself less—while courage, he said, is “not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point.”

Universal Principles in Practice

Research in moral psychology (e.g., Jonathan Haidt’s work on The Righteous Mind) shows that across civilizations, humans converge on similar moral foundations: fairness, care, respect, loyalty, and sanctity. Religions universalize them, and secular ethics affirms them. However, living by them daily requires the twin guardians of humility and courage.

  • Respect: Humility to treat others with dignity; courage to show respect even when mocked or belittled.
  • Patience: Humility to accept limits of control; courage to endure hardship without bitterness.
  • Compassion: Humility to feel another’s pain; courage to act when it is costly or inconvenient.
  • Honesty: Humility to admit fault; courage to speak truth even at personal risk.

Conclusion: Principles That Outlast Us

Universal principles like respect, compassion, patience, and tolerance endure across time and culture because they align with the deepest voice of human conscience. Yet they cannot be lived through intellect alone. They require the character attributes of humility and courage.

  • Humility teaches us that my ego is smaller than the truth.
  • Courage teaches us that the truth is worth any cost.

Together, they allow us to honor what is universal and timeless, ensuring that in the face of life’s tests, we remain aligned not with fleeting desires but with enduring values.

[1] That is to say that it is impossible for them to enter paradise.

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Who are You?

Today, I would like to direct the same question to my friends, which I tried to answer for myself in the last post: “Who are you and what is the identity that you have chosen for yourself?”

Conduct an experiment: If you only ask the first part of the question, “who are you?” almost everyone that you meet will answer it by telling you their name or, sometimes, by adding their position or the designation, which they hold in their organization, or by explaining what they do. This clearly points out, on the one hand, that most people – a very large majority – have no sense of identity other than the names that they were given or other than the jobs that they are performing. While, on the other hand, it is an indication that we are, generally, so devoid of a sense of identity that we search for it in such things as our positions, designations, and achievements. However, the problem is that as a being with a conscious, as well as a conscience, we will not be satisfied with an identity given to us by someone else – even if that someone includes our parents, or elders. Neither will we be satisfied with an identity that is likely to change every time our position, work, responsibility, or social status is changed by the circumstances.

Thus, our sense of identity not only gives us stability in our ever changing, unpredictable, and complex world and circumstances, it also gives a meaning to our lives; it provides us the strength to face our share of failures and difficult times in life; it gives us the courage to do what we understand to be right, even when the costs of doing right are high. In a way, it makes us fully human – conscious and conscientious – and connects us to a purpose larger than ourselves.

As a side note, it may be interesting to know that one of the reasons ascribed to the recent increase in the incidence of depression and even suicide – which is indicative of complete hopelessness and despair – is lack of meaning in one’s life. Viktor Frankl’s treatise, ‘Man’s Search for Meaning’ and the subsequent recognition of ‘Logotherapy’ as a branch of Psychology, allows me to say with confidence that striving to find meaning in life is the primary, most powerful motivating driving force in humans.

The idea of a lack of consciously developed identity and a lack of meaning in life reminds me of the large number of students – especially aspiring medical students – who invariably call me in a state of extreme hopelessness and distress, because of their low grades, which are insufficient for pursuing their further studies to become doctors. They clearly sound as if they have lost all sense of identity from their lives. The position and the emotional state of adults is not significantly different, when they are removed from their long-standing, cherished positions.

I do not intend to give the impression that in my opinion, such incidents in life should not be a cause of disturbance and sadness. They most definitely are and probably will continue to be. But, that is life, isn’t it? Things – unpleasant and unwanted – are also going to happen. Having a strong sense of meaning and self-identity will greatly support us in going through the turbulent times of life. This is precisely the message that I have discerned from Viktor Frankl’s ‘Man’s search for Meaning.’

Coming back to the point, I would like you to answer the question “Who are you and what is the identity that you have chosen for yourself?”

Take some time in trying to answer this question. Look past yourself and beyond your immediate needs, desires, and concerns. Look at your surroundings and see what is it that you care enough to contribute to the people around you. Is there any way that you can slightly reduce anyone’s suffering? Is there any thing that you feel moved enough to contribute to those for whom your contribution is of much more value than it costs you? Your identity doesn’t have to be something that challenges the whole world. It can be as humble as making a small difference in a single life – one life at a time. Something that you are moved to contribute as you go through all the ups and downs of your own life. Something that provides you a stable and a permanent identity – at least in your own eyes – irrespective of the changes in your position, responsibility, job, or status.

December 14, 2019
(Lahore, Pakistan)

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