What if you never sort your life out?
There's this part of Oliver Burkeman' post that resonates with me:
The author and podcaster Sam Harris recalls being in the middle of a long session of moaning to a friend, about all the crap he was dealing with at the time, when she interrupted him. "Hold on," she said, or words to this effect. "Are you still under the illusion that you'll one day reach a point in your life where you no longer have any problems?"
It's easy these days to feel like the solutions to life's problems are just within reach. With the right book, video, course, mentor, fitness regimen, mental health practice or morning routine, my life will get infinitely better. There are times where I feel like I'm an ongoing project that just needs a few more pieces to be "complete".
But what Burkeman reminds us of is this — that we will die incomplete. And to think otherwise is to place a burden on ourselves that makes life feel like a neverending chase, than the improbable gift that it is.
It's both scary and freeing to contemplate, what life would look like if we accept that we might never sort it out.