November 2026
Do I Have to Want to Grow?
I can improve and still never feel enough. Even “accept yourself and keep growing” can leave the same requirement attached.
I think self-improvement can become a hamster wheel.
There’s always a better version of me. And apparently I’m supposed to keep becoming him.
I don’t think I have to want that.
Because when am I ever enough?
I can improve. I can make progress. But if enough always belongs to the next version, the distance never closes. The person I am now is still the one who needs improving.
I don’t know how far that is from a form of self-hatred.
I’d quite like to be okay as an imperfect, flawed human being. We all are.
And I nearly said: be content as you are, and be happy to grow as well.
But why do I have to add the second part?
There’s no having to want to grow.
Maybe, once the pressure is gone, I naturally want to explore something. It’s exciting. It’s fun. I’m curious.
That seems quite possible.
If I want to grow, I want to grow. If I don’t want to grow, I don’t want to grow.
If I want to decline, I decline.
Whatever. Who gives a damn?
We’re all dead in the end anyway.