We all strive, towards some end or other. But, do we really know why we strive? Is it towards some self-created ideal or rather is it some outside force which impels us forward? We strive for self-betterment. We strive for approval. We strive for perfection. We strive endlessly. This constant striving, whether mental or actual becomes utterly exhausting, and truthfully self-defeating. Ultimately, I believe we strive for one thing--control. Otherwise, the unknown engulfs. And we would rather be exhausted by the stress and strain of striving then surrender to the pit of the unknown. Perhaps we should take the plunge into that pit and find out...?
I'm tired of striving.