In Robin Sharma’s book The Wise Man Who Sold His Ferrari, the following quote is mentioned:

‘Set your goals in life.
Once you do this, the natural forces that turn these dreams into reality come into play.’

When I read these words, I suddenly experienced a strange mixture of feelings. I felt simultaneously very upset and hopeful. I read that part over and over again, standing in front of the mirror and looking into my own eyes. It was as if I could both understand and not fully grasp what he was saying.

(I came here //my notebook// so that maybe I can understand better by writing.)

Are the things we get carried away with and pursue as ‘goals’ for a lifetime real, or are we just trying because they are considered a sign of social success?
Are we truly happy when we shed blood, sweat and tears to achieve these goals?
Do we feel truly fulfilled when we finally reach them?
Or do we create the illusion of happiness for ourselves by comparing ourselves to others?
Can our coming into this life really have a unique meaning for each of us?
Do we truly decide what we want for ourselves, or do we unknowingly borrow others’ dreams?

If I can reach my inner voice, will it tell me my own life goal?
When I suppress all the voices in my head, can I hear it if it whispers to me?
Am I able to find my own goal in this life I dream of that will make me happy?

(A few months later…)

I dream of touching the lives of people I know and don’t know, and giving them peace and joy. I am literally and truly happy with this dream.
Just as other people have brought hope to me, I want to give hope to those who have lost it somewhere in their lives.