Righteousness never was happiness
Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 8:07 pm
I was thinking about the Book of Mormon phrase, "wickedness never was happiness." The most sustained stressful and worrisome period in my life was my mission. I took my mission very seriously. I obeyed most of the rules most of the time (no one can obey all of them), I worked hard, I prayed hard, I tried my hardest to be righteous. I was going at maximum righteousness, so far as I have capacity for righteousness. But I found that the more you try to be righteous and perfect, the more you beat yourself up over everything and make yourself miserable. Instead of stressing over big mistakes, which I didn't make, I started stressing over small ones.
I was in a tropical region, so the women dressed for the heat. Any time I noticed some hot-looking woman, I felt immediate shame. The New Testament scripture about lusting after women and committing adultery in your heart was constantly brought to mind. I was raised on the Miracle of Forgiveness mentality, where each and every sin, big and small, counts against you and requires maximum effort and personal anguish in order to earn forgiveness.
So noticing hot women, looking at any part of their person but their face, was something I tried my hardest to overcome. I was never successful. But I felt shame each and every time it happened, which was many times each day. I wished I could be asexual and not be attracted to women anymore.
Other things I felt enormous shame for was for being tired and hot and consequently staying a little too long at member's houses for lunch, when the heat was the worst. Like many Mormons, I was super hard on myself, but very forgiving of others' mistakes. The atonement was for them, not for me. This kind of stuff is indicative of the type of "sins" I committed at the time.
So I was miserable most of the time. The only time I was happy was when I had no time to contemplate - having fun conversations with certain companions and friends in wards that let me step outside myself, or having a good conversation/lesson with investigators.
So, being obsessed with personal righteousness can only make you miserable. That's my conclusion. The closer you get to perfection, the more miserable and neurotic you get. Tiny mistakes are magnified out of proportion - the only way they're not is if you stop caring about your mistakes, and if you stop caring, you're not righteous anymore. Righteousness never was happiness.
I'm a lot happier now. I thank the almighty Atheismo for granting me the blessings that Heavenly Father promised but couldn't deliver. Thanks, Atheismo, for giving me the ability to stop caring and let it go. :)
I was in a tropical region, so the women dressed for the heat. Any time I noticed some hot-looking woman, I felt immediate shame. The New Testament scripture about lusting after women and committing adultery in your heart was constantly brought to mind. I was raised on the Miracle of Forgiveness mentality, where each and every sin, big and small, counts against you and requires maximum effort and personal anguish in order to earn forgiveness.
So noticing hot women, looking at any part of their person but their face, was something I tried my hardest to overcome. I was never successful. But I felt shame each and every time it happened, which was many times each day. I wished I could be asexual and not be attracted to women anymore.
Other things I felt enormous shame for was for being tired and hot and consequently staying a little too long at member's houses for lunch, when the heat was the worst. Like many Mormons, I was super hard on myself, but very forgiving of others' mistakes. The atonement was for them, not for me. This kind of stuff is indicative of the type of "sins" I committed at the time.
So I was miserable most of the time. The only time I was happy was when I had no time to contemplate - having fun conversations with certain companions and friends in wards that let me step outside myself, or having a good conversation/lesson with investigators.
So, being obsessed with personal righteousness can only make you miserable. That's my conclusion. The closer you get to perfection, the more miserable and neurotic you get. Tiny mistakes are magnified out of proportion - the only way they're not is if you stop caring about your mistakes, and if you stop caring, you're not righteous anymore. Righteousness never was happiness.
I'm a lot happier now. I thank the almighty Atheismo for granting me the blessings that Heavenly Father promised but couldn't deliver. Thanks, Atheismo, for giving me the ability to stop caring and let it go. :)