As I was browsing and ruminating on my friends page, I had an ep. As in, a little piece of epiphany.
I'm not very effective or successful in my life because I'm not very good at accepting that the world as it is defines the rules that I have to play by. I've always spent so much of my intellectual existence in imaginary places where things are, if not always better, at least not banal and grindingly dull, and where I can pursue goals that really matter or ends that really satisfy, and where life works out the way it should, that it saps my motivation to push myself really hard in the real world for the trivial achievement I can actually reach. It becomes a self-perpetuating cycle when, for instance, I'd rather contemplate my navel than go do the lunch dishes, or read a book than do the errands I need to do.