There are few things more wonderful than that feeling you get when you know you have achieved something; looking back at what you've been working towards only to realize that you have finally reached your destination. You did it. You accomplished your goal. You take a moment to enjoy the rush of endorphins and then move on to the next task, rejuvenated by the excitement from your recent success.
I think that's why I'm a list person. As I plan for a busy afternoon, crowded work week or hectic weekend, I jot down all of the things I want to accomplish, eagerly anticipating the sense of glee that will overtake me each and every time I get to cross something off of that list.
That sense of achievement is also one of the reasons I enjoy being a journalist so much. Every day boasts a never-ending series of deadlines to make as I work feverishly (or so I tell my bosses) to submit copy and photos. It's a steady succession of goal-effort-success, paid off each week in the form of a physical product I can hold up and say, "Look at what I have created."
Yes, it's egotistical. But it also feels wonderful. I'd eat that feeling three times a day if we could kill it, cook it up and slap it on a plate. And I doubt I'm alone here. We all love that feeling of accomplishment. It hits in quick bursts, though, which is probably why mankind is so obsessed with success. We just want to do better and better, thus making ourselves feel better and better each time we accomplish one of our goals.
That is exactly why many of us play video games, too: They allow us to escape into a world where instant gratification is in constant supply.More >>