I just got back from block leave. This was something that I have been looking forward for months. Work was just chaotic. Co-workers were frustrated with the work environment. Supervisors were demanding tasks be completed on short notice. Subordinates were burnt out from constantly being told to hit multiple targets with one arrow. It seemed like the 1993 blockbuster Groundhog Day starring Bill Murray. I thought going away on vacation would relieve my stress. I thought while sun bathing in the warm sands of Newport Beach while enjoying Wisconsin cheese and a glass of properly aged Merlot would make me happy. But, it didn’t. All it did was provide me temporary satisfaction that quickly faded away on the plane ride home.
So, I started thinking about when I was the happiest. And that's when it hit me. My proudest moments were when I had to overcome difficult things. Things that I thought were impossible but did anyways and somehow succeeded. This idea that we should only seek comfort and happiness is appealing. We're constantly told to avoid stress and distract ourselves with external stimulations that make us feel good about ourselves. So, all we think about at work is going home where we can hang our problems on a coat rack and drown ourselves in virtual reality where life is always exciting and winning is inevitable.
I can't blame you for feeling that way. Life does suck and it seems we always have 99 problems with a catch in every one of them. But, what I found from trial and error was that solving problems opens our minds to new possibilities. And with new possibilities comes a feeling that maybe life isn't too bad. Perhaps, Sisyphus had the last laugh because he never wanted the boulder to reach the top because the journey was what made him happy.