Mandate of goals

Ambitions, dreams, goals, hopes and aspirations. These are enduring questions that have been haunting us since we were taught the meaning of them. Be it our parents, nursery teacher, friends or even during an introductory session, we are expected to have something in mind regarding the lofty word encompassing our future maneuvers.

Additionally, there seem to be a stigma surrounding the most common reply of “I have no idea”. What I would like to highlight is that this should be an accepted answer without qualms. Other than the statistics produced by the brilliant invention of mankind, that is of deadpan and irrevocable precision, what has humans, without the reliance on any devices, but just purely our minds, ever been sure of? Every action of ours opens a different door, yet all garner us the ever-precious tangibility of experience. Aren’t we taking risks all the time? How can we then be sure that we won’t regret incurring those opportunity costs in every decision that we make? We just can’t have everything.

It is precisely because all of us have our very own ever-changing desires that make us question how we can ever be accountable for the goals that we state so explicitly yet brashly when faced with the frequently naive yet ubiquitous question-What do you want to do in future?

When we learn, we change. When we change, so will our goals. An ice-cream could easily make a preschooler smile for a day, but does it still hold for the bunch of us slogging our guts out just to gain entry into a reputable university? Do you still just want an ice-cream?

Was your first memory-conscious aspiration your current pursuit? It inevitably becomes onerous when our goals change, as if the fear of having to explain oneself comes setting in tirelessly once again. Precisely because we’ve been taught to be responsible for our words that it becomes burdensome to speak our mind.

This reminds me of some careless goal-oriented soliloquies that irk me incessantly. I’ve always been in a quandary regarding those who publicize their goals over-confidently. The thing about having goals is that it’s a totally personal thing and it is best to be kept to oneself. I bet those who’ve achieved what they genuinely and introspectively wanted didn’t went around telling acquaintances what their goal was. Essentially, that telling act is just a makeshift shield to quell the fear of perhaps being less capable than we actually are. It’s a self-instilled illusion that many of us have undeniably been guilty of. As if by telling others our hard-to-achieve goal would turn us into someone with an elevated Intelligence Quotient, which is, sadly irrevocable. Indeed, its commendable for the young to have a direction for their future, but the very act of ostensibly stating one’s intended path, it’s inevitable that it signifies the lack of confidence.

On the other hand, I find it occasionally highly insensitive to ask someone what their goal is because for those who’re earnest about wanting to achieve their goal, they have the profound fear of being unable to achieve it. The more earnest one is, the greater is the fear within. By asking someone so outrightly, you unintentionally exacerbate the fear.

We should perhaps go on the path of goal-achieving surreptitiously. What’s the point of letting your whole acquainted circumference know of your intent without sufficient content to satisfy their anticipation and doubts? Anticipation of you succeeding and doubts regarding your capability to achieve what you said you wanted to.

By letting everybody know of your goal, you’re just putting additional pressure on yourself, which is likely to manifest uncontrollably and jail you in a reclusive decline. By keeping it to yourself, you’re giving yourself the space to make changes to it if necessary. The thought of making changes to better suit your current paradigm would be a smoother and less taxing process because you don’t have to account for anybody but yourself.

Please, keep your goals to yourself, till you achieve it. As I tell myself as well.


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