It strikes me that much of what we do is driven by a kind of perfectionism, and not accepting the world the way it is. I was talking to my stepfather yesterday, he is 83 and he was talking about how much of a mess the British government is making of Brexit. The way he said it made me realise that his underlying motivation was actually that what he wanted was something different. Now this isn’t something he could do anything about, but still he was spending his time and energy reading the bbc website and papers in order to follow what was going on.
We do this in a lot of cases. We get wound up about things that somehow we attach to in our minds. It can be an idea, or some ideal, and in fact, the world often carries on regardless of what we think. Sometimes our perfectionism is about something personal, like health or fitness. But still it is not seeing things clearly.