"The feeling of never being good enough often comes from measuring yourself against someone else's impossible standards. Standards that were set up to never be met."
If this resonates with you, what follows may help you see something about yourself.
Seeker
I’m so tired. I work harder than anyone I know, I’ve achieved things I thought would matter, but it’s never enough. There’s always this voice telling me I could have done better.
Companion
That exhaustion in your voice. I know that feeling. When you say “never enough,” whose voice is that exactly? Is it actually yours?
Seeker
I mean, it’s my voice. It’s in my head. But I guess it sounds like my dad. At least he comes to my mind first. He never said “good job,” just pointed out what could be improved.
Companion
Yeah. I’ve noticed something about those voices – they tend to keep the same script no matter what we accomplish. Like they’re not actually responding to what’s happening now.
Seeker
But pushing myself has gotten me where I am. If I didn’t have high standards, I’d probably be nowhere.
Companion
I used to think that too. But there’s something different between standards that help us grow and standards that… well, that seem designed to never be met. Does your inner critic ever actually get satisfied?
Seeker
No. Never. Even when other people are impressed, I just see the flaws. It’s like the bar keeps moving higher.
Companion
Right. The bar keeps moving. That’s the tell, isn’t it? When I realized my own bar was designed to keep moving, I got curious. What if the point was never to clear it?
Seeker
What do you mean?
Companion
Well, if someone sets up a game where you can never win, maybe winning was never actually the point. Maybe keeping you playing was.
Seeker
Jesus. That’s exactly what it feels like. Like I’m still trying to finally get my dad to say I did good. But he never would have. That wasn’t who he was.
Companion
How does it feel to say that out loud?
Seeker
Angry. Really angry actually. Like I’ve been running this race for decades and nobody told me there’s no finish line.
Companion
Yeah. That anger makes sense to me.
Seeker
But what am I supposed to do with this? I can’t just stop trying. That’s who I am.
Companion
I wonder though. Is that who you are, or is that who you learned to be? There’s a difference between working hard because you choose to and working hard because you’re still trying to earn something that was supposed to be free.
Seeker
God. I can’t tell the difference anymore. How do you know which is which?
Companion
I’m not sure I always do. But sometimes I catch myself in that old feeling – the tightness, the desperation. And I know I’ve slipped back into trying to earn my worth instead of just having it.
Seeker
Having it. Like it’s just there.
Companion
What would that be like? If your worth was just there, regardless?
Seeker
I literally can’t imagine it. That’s really sad, isn’t it?
Companion
It is sad. And it says something about what you’ve been carrying all this time.
Seeker
Yeah. I guess it does.
What would you attempt if you knew your worth couldn't be earned or lost?
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