Over the past few months, I’ve discovered a prevalent problem in my life which has caused me to reconsider my values of success. Like many of my fellow classmates, I went into this semester with the intention of obtaining a full-time job offer. Post recruiting season, I thought that having a job offer on hand would make me happier or somehow satisfy some sort of gap in my life but I found myself no happier than I had been before this semester started.
I’ve been defining much of success throughout my college career as a set of achievements. Getting into a college. Success. Getting this internship. Success. Getting that award. Success. And yet, it’s taken me 4 years to realize that climbing the ladder of achievements has never been the true defining moments of happiness in my time here on Earth. I’ve often heard and read before that your career will not define happiness but I chose to ignore the advice and I’ve finally begun to reconsider the priorities in my life.
I don’t want to be the man on his deathbed wondering where time went and why I could never be happy despite the money or career advancement. Achievements are just that, achievements. They are milestones; important for your personal development, but shouldn’t be a foundation of personal happiness.