This was so depressing I went back and added the last paragraph when editing. It kind of follows a similar vein to Katherine the Great, in so for as people seem to spend a lot of time trying to do things to make themselves successful to be happy, when sometimes you just gotta take a minute to stop and smell the roses.
Caroline felt that at her core she was a work in progress. She was a person, but not complete. At 40, she still looked around when a child looked for an adult, not yet feeling that she was up to wearing that mantle of responsibility.
She wasn’t where she should be in her career. She didn’t own a car, or house, and she wasn’t close to having the money to do either. She didn’t travel or have luxury goods to explain her lack of the other.
She had no husband, children, or even a prospect of either., not that she wanted them them, and that was the hardest part to explain to other people. Caroline felt as if she was a variant, some small defect had left her just shy of fitting in any of the molds, and so went through life unformed, unfinished, and unfulfilled.
That wasn’t entirely true though, not really, because Caroline was happy. She was happy in her apartment, her dead end job, her hobbies, and her dog. Maybe, what she needed to do was not focus on reaching her finished state, but to redefine what it was she was aiming for. After all, success is what you make of it.
I am really getting into the idea of the six-sentence story. I think next week I am going to try and challenge myself into doing something light and fluffy. This weeks six sentences are based on the prompt word explore, by girlontheedge. It’s inspired on the idea of external vs. internal validation and the lessons some of us probably wish we picked up on a bit earlier in life.
We step out into the world as explorers, young, fresh-faced, sure that we know everything, and ready for our adventure. We follow the path we are sure lead to success, and we wait eagerly for the recognition we know we deserve, and the happiness that will follow.
For most of us it does not come and we are sure it is because at some point we were forced to stray from the path laid out in front of us since we were children and we weep for what might of been. What we do not know is that even for those who followed it through to the end without issue, that when we finally reach that goal that we have been working for the reward is not what we were expecting, and we are left wanting, wondering what we have done wrong.
If we are lucky we realize the truth, that we are the undiscovered countries that we need to explore and not the world that surrounds us. That it is only in knowing ourselves that we can know what will satisfy us, and that no external validation can compare to knowing that we are fulfilled in what we do and have accomplished.