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Living for the Result is Overrated
…and painful
For my eleventh birthday, my parents planned on hosting my party at Burger King. Of course, I invited my best friends but I still had space to invite a few more people. Word got out and I was bombarded with a number of requests to come. Not gonna lie, I felt a bit special.
They made promises of what they could get me as presents if they were invited and sure enough, the ones who made the best promises got the invite.
Overall, the night was a good one. Although the promises that some of these guys made weren’t fulfilled, I had a lot of fun and it was mostly with the people I was closest to anyway. However, I realised that these dudes who were more like acquaintances used me to get free food and to play in the playroom Burger King had.
It wasn’t about me and celebrating my life, it was about what they could get from me.
Now, almost twenty years later, it’s even more rampant and regrettably, I see that this mindset of living for the result took over so many aspects of my own life.
A couple months into sharing posts on Medium, I wanted more reads, claps and engaging comments. Then I calmed down, realizing that it really isn’t in my control. Even this post might not really feature highly on the platform.
