When man is born, the human race as well as the individual, he is thrown out of a situation which was definite, as definite as the instincts, into a situation which is indefinite, uncertain and open.*
We often compare ourselves to others. We don’t set out to do it, it just sneaks up on us.
Comparing jobs, holidays, homes, happiness, social media followings … .
We become distracted from what we have, the adventure to be lived, with all its challenges, betrayals, overcomings, failures, inspirations, disappointments, victories, beneficences. Of course, the distractions are in there, part of a bigger rip-roaring tale
This is what our birth throws us into.
Joseph Campbell captures all of this in the language of myth. Myths exist because we live:
The call to adventure signifies that destiny has summoned the hero and transferred his spiritual centre of gravity from within the pale of his society to a zone unknown. This fateful region of both treasure and danger may be variously represented: as a distant land, a forest, a kingdom underground, beneath the waves or above the sky, a secret island, lofty mountaintop, or profound dream state: but it is always a place strangely fluid and polymorphous beginnings, unimaginable torments, superhuman deeds, and impossible delights.**
All I can say is, write out your myth in some way every day. Capture the story you are living to see what you have achieved and what yet lies before you, but don’t do this alone. Take some companions along when writing in what you’re reading or watching or listening to.
Agree with yourself how much time you will spend in this then begin. When the time is up, stop. There’s always tomorrow to continue. Leave yourself wanting more.