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

 

 

 

یہ مضمون اردو میں پڑھیں

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.

Borrowed Identity

 

 

 

یہ مضمون اردو میں پڑھیں

I still remember the day I walked into his lecture hall. There was a strange silence in the air, the kind that signals something important is about to be said. He smiled softly, almost knowingly. “Welcome,” he said. “Sit. I want to begin with a story.”

The Story That Was More Than a Story

He leaned forward. “Once,” he began, “someone placed an eagle’s egg beneath a sitting hen. When the eggs hatched, the eagle emerged among chicks—tiny, yellow, clumsy creatures who looked nothing like him but acted like his entire world.”

I raised my eyebrow as I heard someone ask, “So he grew up thinking he was a chicken?”

He nodded. “He followed them everywhere. When the mother hen called, he rushed under her wings. He pecked grain with them, scratched the soil with them. Every warning the hen gave, he memorized: stay on the ground; danger comes from the sky; never look up too long.”

“And he believed all that?” someone asked.

“How could he not?” he asked. “Identity is inherited from the conversations we are raised in before it is chosen by us.”

The First Glimpse of the Sky

“One day,” he continued, “while grazing in the fields, the mother hen gave her warning cry. Everyone ran. He ran too. And then… his eyes fell on the sky.”

He paused for effect. “Up there,” he whispered, “was an eagle—grand, effortless, floating like it owned the wind.”

I smiled. “So the eagle chick was mesmerized?”

“More than mesmerized. Conflicted. Fascinated yet terrified.”

“Because he had been taught to fear what he actually belonged to,” someone remarked.

He nodded again, pleased.

“Every night, he dreamed of that creature. Sometimes the dream felt like a nightmare—sometimes like a longing. Confusion is often the first sign that you’re seeing a truth you’ve never met before.”

The Encounter That Changed Everything

“One day,” he said, “the eagle heard a sudden loud voice behind him, ‘Are you sick?’”

I laughed as I heard someone say, “That must have scared him to death!”

“Oh, he panicked,” he said. “A full-sized eagle was standing beside him. He ran as if his life depended on it.”

The boy sitting next to me leaned forward and asked, “And the eagle chased him?”

“Yes—but only to fly over him gently and say, ‘Why are you afraid? You are mine. You are like me.’”

I frowned. “But he wouldn’t believe it.”

“Of course not. When you’ve lived your whole life in a certain narrative, truth first appears as a threat.”

“But the big eagle kept coming back?”

“Every single day. Not to frighten him, but to talk to him—to give him a new conversation. Gradually, fear softened into curiosity. Curiosity became openness. Openness became friendship. And friendship became transformation.”

The First Flight

He leaned back. “Then came the day the great eagle said, ‘Let me show you who you are. Try extending your wings.’”

“And he tried?”

“He tried. Awkwardly first. Clumsily. But then—with a bit of practice, a bit of courage—he lifted off the ground.”

I exhaled slowly. “So the sky that was once a terror became his home.”

“Exactly,” he replied. “But not because someone dragged him up there… Rather, because someone changed his conversations.”

The Mentor’s Lesson

“So,” someone asked, “what does this story teach us?”

He raised a finger. “Everything,” he said quietly. “Everything about how human beings become what they become.” Then explained:

  • Some skills you think you cannot develop are simply things you were told you cannot do.
  • Some strengths you believe define you were once someone else’s description of you.
  • Your fears, your limits, your worldview—they all carry fingerprints of the conversations you grew up in.

I heard someone say, “So the question is not who I am—but whose voices built me?”

He smiled. “Exactly.” Then added, “Growing is not only about learning new things—it is about choosing which conversations to stay in… and which ones to walk away from.”

“Why conversations?” someone asked.

“Because conversations shape communities,” he replied. “And communities shape identity.”

“And if I change my conversations…”

“…your life will inevitably change. Because you cannot remain the same person while breathing different air.”

He looked at me kindly. “Sometimes the people around you will not change. But you must decide what your inner circle—your real community—will look like. Who gets to influence your mind? Who gets to define your sky?”

The Students’ Realization

“So you’re asking,” someone said slowly, “whether I am living like an eagle raised among chickens?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

Because the question landed.

Am I limiting myself because of borrowed fears?
Am I shrinking because of inherited conversations?

Am I denying the sky because people around me never believed in it?

He leaned in one last time.

“Today,” he said, “your real task is not to find a new identity. Your task is to stop living a borrowed one.”

The Mentor’s Closing Words

As the session came to an end, he looked around the room with a quiet warmth in his eyes.

“At the end of every session,” he said gently, “I ask only two things from you.”

He raised his first finger.

1. Practice one small insight in real life.

“This work is not meant to stay inside your notebooks or in your thoughts. Learning becomes real only when it turns into even a tiny action. Don’t overwhelm yourself with big steps—choose one small thing you discovered today and live it out. A moment of awareness, a short pause, a new way of speaking, a slightly different choice—anything. Small practices, repeated sincerely, reshape a life far more than grand intentions that never leave the mind.”

Then he lifted his second finger.

2. Share your experience next time—without fear or shame.

“When you return, tell us what happened. Not to impress anyone, but to be honest—with yourself and with this community. Maybe your practice worked beautifully. Maybe you struggled. Maybe you forgot. All of that is part of growth. When you speak without fear, you release shame. And when you share openly, you give others the courage to try as well. Together, we turn individual efforts into collective strength.”

He smiled softly, as if blessing the moment. “We are all here because we want to grow. Growth is slow, gentle, and honest. It begins with one small step—and becomes stronger each time we speak truthfully about our journey. Do this, and you will not remain the same person you were when you walked in.”