“You are too serious, dude.” I could only nod to it. It’s spot on. I am, in some aspects and of relative extents, too serious.
For example, I had a hard time sleeping when I found out that one of my friends seemed like he had given up, of trying to give good customer experience to his customers. His voice was lost in the competition with more glamorous features*. And I hate seeing it (and so I reasoned).
In another setting, I take work too seriously. I would spend hours ensuring that everything is in place. But, when it doesn’t, I would blame myself that I don’t do good enough. I cause a lot of pain to others. Their hours are wasted – because of whatever it is that doesn’t work. I would still think of it as my fault. I do speak up when I just couldn’t take any more.
I am not good in being fun either. Once, I worked 330 hours a month, for 3 months, but I was no good in having fun, in taking time off. I ended up exhausted and hating my job.
It hurts. It is tiring.
I should have been less serious and tried to live lightly, to acknowledge that life is never flat (many ups and downs!) and things are bound to happen.
A closing note from Leo Babauta: Think of nothing that happens as either good or bad. Stop judging, and stop expecting.
You will be content with whatever comes.
*This friend of mine didn’t give up. His voice is heard. I hope he will continue doing so.