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This post is about valuing the existence of chaotic thought in a dotted-I, crossed-T, politically correct, smile-all-the-while, society. It might be a rant. I’m not sure. I’m open to labels here. The catalyst? Self-help memes, “don’t-be-negative”-esque comments on casual actual observations of the world around me, and mind-numbing chatter in an already overly saturated space… i.e. Facebook.
One day, while thanking a poster for a compliment they’d made on my physique, I noted that I was a bit dissatisfied. It wasn’t a complaint mind you. It was an acknowledgement: Part of my process for revising and moving forward. I was IMMEDIATELY chided. It went exactly like this: “You should be thankful. There are people out there who only dream of achieving what you have. Why can’t you be happy[…]”… blah, blah, blah.
Nowhere did I state that I was not thankful. Nowhere did I suggest that I was not happy. Still, automatically, the collective voice of the world bellowed its platitudes in an attempt to placate me in to complacency.
WHAT? My thoughts exactly.
Aren’t Satisfaction & Dissatisfaction both necessary existential facets? Why then do humans speak in absolutes, as if one need exist without the other?
Why do our circles insist on intoning the ever-irritating: “He’s never satisfied”, or “be content with what you have?”
Am I supposed to feel guilty for wanting more? Is attempting to make me feel guilty about wanting more, supposed to be ‘more ok’ than me harbouring thoughts of personal dissatisfaction?
I say BULLSHIT.
I wake each day with dissatisfaction at where I am.
Note: I did not say “I wake each day unhappy.” (- Why people see the two as synonymous is beyond me. Dissatisfaction is a lack of satisfaction. Satisfaction is a sense of fulfilment, or pleasure derived from fulfilling a goal. Pleasure is…well, you get the point.)
Where was I? Oh yes! – I wake daily with a sense of dissatisfaction. I work endlessly through-out that day to see progress… and I end each night feeling satisfaction in what I’ve achieved. A cycle of self-actualisation set in motion by dissatisfaction.
This is Ying & Yang: balance; the anti-thesis of our over-sanitized-prozac-induced-pseudo-happy-sheep society. Self love & actualisation aren’t about perpetual contentment. They’re about the interplay of success, failure, Eureka moments, & growth.
Growth never manifests out of contentment. ‘Chaos’ is a catalyst for change. 
Change in a continuum = Growth.
Growth = a Good thing.
Correction. My maths was off a bit.
Growth = A GREAT THING.
So will you challenge yourself to grow? Or will you, today as every day, meander through life bleating the tenets of whatever self-help meme that happens to pops up in your time-line?
I challenge you to be dissatisfied.
Yours in fitness,
1. Jonathan Marshall. The Psychological Significance of Chaos and Disorder. Canberra Jung Society Newsletter Autumn 2011