By and large, I’ve had an interesting, eventful, and rewarding life.
And am fairly content with it.
Yet, from time to time, when I get together with someone who knew me from a young age, they’ll remark that I could have achieved so much more – “if only I had wanted to“.
More money. More fame. More professional ‘success’.
After such conversations – for a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a week – I’ll wonder if I really have set the bar too low, not been ambitious enough.
And then, inevitably, this argument comes to mind.
What if I had strived harder for 10x more – and got it? Would I then be content?
Or would I feel it was possible to have tried even harder – for 100x more?
And beyond that – for 1,000 times higher?
What THEN? Carry on, extending this limit… endlessly?
Each time, this argument is convincing.
But not always comforting.