There is a certain pain to being a Type B person in a Type A world. As a Type B person, I find peace in simplicity. I find beauty in doing nothing. I find satisfaction in having little. In a Type A world, I feel people look down on simplicity, see no value in inactivity, and want more than ever. Is this a generalization? Yes. Am I wrong? Also yes.

This is my perception of the Type A world. Internally, I view it with anger all because I envy it. My whole life I wanted to be Type A. To be a go-getter, a world changer, an ambitious person. While I am ambitious, I am not a go-getter, I am not a world changer. I am not Type A. I am Type B but more importantly, I am defeated. Defeated in my many attempts throughout my life to be a Type A person. To take initiative without flaw. To finish what is started. To walk the walk. I have so many times not done enough and for that, I feel like a failure.

This world isn’t Type A or Type B, it just is. I just let it defeat me. Does simplicity give me peace or am I afraid of a challenge? Do I find doing nothing beautiful or am I afraid of doing something? Do I find satisfaction in having little or am I afraid of wanting more?