Do I want this, or do I want to look like someone who has it?

Our own wishes and our wishes about how others see us can look remarkably similar. How might we notice the difference?

Category:
Direction and choices
-
Reading Time:
3 min

An opportunity looks exactly right. An interesting role, an ambitious goal, a different kind of life. When we describe it, other people immediately understand why it is wonderful.

Only later might we notice that what attracted us most was the person we would appear to be afterwards. Brave. Successful. Free. Someone with a direction.

That does not make the wish wrong. We live in relation to others, and our desires cannot be separated entirely from our surroundings. But I think it is worth asking occasionally whether I want the experience itself or the picture it would create.

The everyday life of a wish tells us something

Our imagination often shows us the high point. Daily life also includes repetition, awkward parts and days with nothing particularly interesting to report.

If I dream of writing, do I also want to sit with a text when the sentence will not come? If I want greater freedom, am I willing to carry the uncertainty of choosing? If I long for closeness, will I make room for another person even when they do not fit my plan?

These questions are not intended to discourage us. They bring a wish closer to life. Sometimes desire grows stronger when it becomes concrete. Sometimes I discover that I was longing for something other than this particular goal.

If nobody knew

One thought experiment interests me: would I want this if I could not tell anyone about it?

It is not an authenticity test with a correct result. Many meaningful things include being seen, and wanting recognition is human. But the question can show how much of a wish needs an audience, and what still calls to me when nobody is looking.

I do not believe we can uncover a perfectly pure will untouched by other people. Perhaps a more honest conversation with myself is enough. This interests me. That interests the part of me that wants acceptance. Both are there.

If I can distinguish them a little more clearly, I can choose more consciously. And perhaps build a life in which my own experience matters as much as the picture seen from outside.