Self reflection is often quite difficult, because it can require us to accept some pretty uncomfortable things about ourselves.
Whether it's a major character flaw or just our own inability to deal with life, sometimes taking a deep look into ourselves is not at all fun
Reddit user u/sl*t4plums asked:
I'm growing older. I still feel young, but I'm in my 30s. That means 40s aren't too far away, and I know that this decade flew by fast, I'm certain that the 40s will too, which mean 50s, are also not too far away, then 60s, etc.
There's nothing I can do about it, but I do miss my 20s sometimes and I know I can't ever be that again. That is rough to have to accept.
I am just about intelligent enough to know that I am not that intelligent.
My high school biology teacher once said "if all of the knowledge in the world is an ocean, and you have a thimble-full; you're doing fine." He put into perspective that you don't need to know everything - in fact it would be impossible given the ocean - to be successful in life. I've become content with the amount of knowledge I have, but am always learning more and more.
My unhappiness and loneliness is mostly my own fault.
Here's to hoping both of us have progress in this area of our lives...
That I devoted all of my time to studying just so I can get a good job, that I can't even cook anything mildly difficult without screwing it up.
That's why my microwave is my best friend
That I am completely average. I'm sort of good at a lot of things, but I'm nowhere near extraordinary or gifted as my schooling suggested.
I always see the good in people, but fail to see the bad and often get taken advantage of.
I might never be happy. I have certain goals that I think "Maybe once this happens everything will be ok." But what if I achieve it and still feel nothing? Depression is a real b*tch.
Even if happiness never becomes an option for you, you can still always choose to be kind to others and help them get to where they need to be even if you can't...
That's the conclusion I've recently come to... If I ever had a dream/ goal it's been lost for so long I don't even remember having one. I'm freshly 30 y/o, have several life times of student loan debt, no valuable or marketable skills or abilities that can get me out of the dead end job I have now. All I can do is help others get to the mountaintop that i'll never see the view from myself, and that's not a great place to be, but not the worst place either.
I'm ok with being reclusive. I enjoy my time to myself.
I do struggle to accept that I will generally be less "popular" because I'm not as "available" as I should be for socializing.
Samesies. All at once I revel in spending time alone, but hate that I don't have a big group of friends, or that I'm not out doing stuff with people all the time. I spent almost a year traveling the world by myself, and while I had so much fun and would do it again in a heartbeat, I often felt so damn lonely, because i'd look around and see groups of travelers making friends and doing things together, and I often struggled to do that myself. At the same time, I loved every minute. It's a weeeeeeird ass dichotomy.
Some people genuinely like me.
I honestly just cannot fathom why. At all.
Try as I might, I will never get over the past. It's holding me back without question, and I might not ever find a remedy.
We all have skeletons in our closet, but who were doesn't define who we choose to become. I don't know you, but just from your statement I can tell that you're not someone who's beyond hope. Stay strong my friend.