What I Really Want
How I’m learning to measure my life not in what I achieve, but in how deeply I live it.
Lately, I’ve been asking myself again and again: What do I really want?
And the answer that rises is not a title, not a destination, not something shiny to hold up for others to admire.
It’s simpler than that.
I just want to be happy.
For so long, I thought the goal was achievement. Proving. Becoming someone the world would recognise. But midlife has stripped that illusion bare. What I crave now is not external validation, but an inner state, peace, joy, and contentment. A life I can sit inside of and exhale, knowing it’s truly mine.
I don’t want to measure my worth in how much I’ve done, but in how deeply I’ve lived. I want to see beauty in my choices, even the ones that didn’t go to plan. I want to find grace in the detours, wisdom in the setbacks, and a quiet kind of triumph in the smallest everyday victories.
Because the truth is, the greatest fear isn’t failure. It’s looking back and realising I lived for everyone but myself.
So here’s the promise I’m making in this season of life: to live with courage. To choose paths that make me proud, even if they don’t make sense to others. To keep reminding myself that I am the author of my own story, flaws, stumbles, detours and all.
Happiness, for me, is no longer about having all the answers. It’s about walking a path that feels honest. A path that lets me rest at night knowing I lived true to myself. And if I can do that, then there will be no room for regret.
A reflection for you:
When you strip away titles, achievements, and others’ expectations, what do you really want from this one precious life?
A tiny ritual to try:
Write “I hope I am happy” at the top of a page. Then list 5 small things that bring you joy right now. Let them be your compass for the week ahead.
Kiran x
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