Pat and I had a talk the other day that was prompted by our impending 15+ hour car ride back to New York. We were talking about the hardships of living in a new city with no local familial/friendly ties. We also spoke about the difficulty of having to make such a long, arduous trip to see our loved ones every few months. Pat said, “Well I guess those are the sacrifices we have to make in order to be able to experience the joys that come with living in a new place.”
“You’re right,” I said. But why? Why do all good things seem to come at a cost? I haven’t stopped thinking about this for the past few days. Why is it that in order to work in a field that you love, you must perform certain tasks that you hate? Why, to have a loving relationship, must you give up a good chunk of your independence? There are plenty of simplistic answers to these questions. People of positive mindsets are able to rationalize that in experiencing any burden you are then able to enjoy the highs much more by comparison. This makes sense, and by experience I can validate the truth of such logic. But, still, there must be something more profound to this idea of the trade-off.
Is there any bliss that doesn’t come at a great expense of time, energy, money, etc.?