The uselessness of goal setting

When we are kids, we see our fathers draw, we see our uncles play an instrument, or we get enamored with our cousin's library with its neatly organized shelves.

We get curious, and we start mimicking our dad. We pull a little chair and sit down next to him, looking at the shapes taking form on a virgin white sheet.

With time, we start picking up a pencil or a brush. At first, our movements are spasmodic and awkward. We heartily laugh at our ineptitude and at the confused shapes we manage to produce.
We come back day after day, sitting next to our dad, who brought a forgotten, old wooden seat from the basement and set it next to him, so that we would have our little space and him, his peace.
Ten year later, we still a teenager, but we have developed extraordinary skills that we start to get praised for.
Our brain supports us in anything that is important to us. It assumes that if we religiously engage into an activity, it is essential to our survival.

When we are kids, there is no resistance, there is no doubt, we just do.
As we grow up, other ingredients need to be added to the recipe of our lives, faith and patience.
Faith and perseverance, while doing something we enjoy is all that we need.
We don't need to look for opportunities, searching is striving and this creates resistance, which goes contrary to the principle of faith.
When we are ready, opportunities that are in line with what we are doing, show up in abundance and dictate our actions.
When we get these opportunities, we try to rationalize them away, attributing them to effort, refusing to acknowledge that when persistence and faith come together, opportunities are their natural offspring.

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