The “If Only” Dilemma

Years ago I was listening to a program hosted by Armand DeMille on WBAI when he discussed something he called the “if only” dilemma. The concept struck me immediately because it described a pattern of thinking that had quietly shaped much of my own internal narrative. The “if only” mindset works like this: happiness is always waiting just beyond the next achievement.

If only I had my dream job, I would finally feel fulfilled.

If only my show were picked up by a network, everything would fall into place.

If only I found the perfect romantic partner, my life would feel complete.

If only I won the big award, then my work would truly matter.

At first glance these thoughts seem harmless, at times even motivating. They create goals and aspirations. They push us to strive for improvement. But hidden within this pattern is a subtle trap. Each statement postpones happiness until a future condition is met. Life becomes a sequence of checkpoints that must be passed before satisfaction is allowed. The present moment becomes merely a waiting room for a future that may or may not arrive. This mindset is closely related to what some philosophers call the “myth of arrival.” The belief is that at some point — after enough accomplishments — we will reach a destination where everything finally makes sense. But experience suggests something different.

Every achievement that once seemed like the ultimate milestone eventually becomes part of the background. New goals emerge. New “if only” statements appear. The horizon moves forward just as we approach it. Meanwhile, the journey itself continues to unfold in real time. What the “if only” dilemma obscures is the value embedded within that journey. Every stage of pursuing a goal carries its own lessons, relationships, frustrations, and unexpected discoveries. Those experiences are not merely stepping stones toward the destination. They are life itself. When happiness is postponed until the outcome is secured, those moments lose their significance.

The most sobering realization is that the time spent waiting for the future cannot be recovered later. Once a year passes, it is gone permanently. Once a conversation ends, it cannot be relived in the same way again. The pursuit of ambition is not the problem. Goals can provide direction and meaning. The problem arises when the mind treats the present moment as insufficient — as something to be endured rather than experienced. Perhaps the challenge is learning to pursue outcomes without placing all emotional fulfillment on the other side of them.

Work toward the dream job, but recognize the skills you are building today. Develop the creative project, but appreciate the act of creating itself. Seek meaningful relationships, but value the life you already inhabit. The “if only” mindset promises happiness somewhere ahead. But the truth is that happiness cannot exist in a place that has not yet arrived. It can only exist where you already are.

Do the Sins of the Father Follow the Son?

There is a particular kind of inheritance that has nothing to do with money, property, or even genetics. It is reputational. It travels ahead of you into rooms you have never entered. It attaches itself to your name before you have spoken a word. For much of my early adult life, I carried that inheritance.

My father was many things: a talented photographer, charismatic and perceptive behind a camera. He was also a con man, a criminal, and a violent sociopath. The duality was not abstract — it was lived. I experienced the physical and psychological abuse firsthand. Then came neglect. Then abandonment. The arc moved from volatility to absence, which in its own way was equally destabilizing.

What complicated this further was that I did not merely survive him privately. I traveled publicly with his name. In certain circles, particularly those adjacent to photography and creative industries, his reputation preceded me. There were people he had wronged financially. Others he had betrayed personally. Some who had been manipulated or intimidated. And more than once, I was treated not as an autonomous individual, but as an extension of him — a proxy against whom grievances could be projected.

There is something uniquely disorienting about being held responsible for transgressions you neither committed nor condoned. Especially when you were also a victim of the same person. The question emerges: Do the sins of the father follow the son everywhere?

At first, it felt as though they did. I moved defensively. I over-explained. I distanced myself almost compulsively from anything that might resemble him — stylistically, temperamentally, professionally. I feared replication, both in the eyes of others and within myself. But time introduced nuance.

I began to recognize that while reputations can travel, character is demonstrated. Repeatedly. Quietly. Over years. Integrity is not inherited; it is practiced. And over time, patterns speak louder than lineage.

There is also a deeper psychological reckoning: the fear of becoming what harmed you. Children of volatile parents often live with a hypervigilant awareness of their own behavior. I examined my anger. My ambition. My ego. Was any of it a seed of him?

Therapy helped untangle that fear. Traits are not destiny. Temperament is not fate. Consciousness interrupts repetition. What I eventually understood is this: stigma may follow, but it does not define. The burden is real, but it is not permanent. Distance is created through consistency; through transparency; through living differently. There are still moments when the association surfaces. When someone asks, carefully, “Are you related to…?” And I answer honestly. I no longer flinch.

I cannot erase his history. I cannot rewrite the damage he caused others or me. But I can refuse to carry his guilt as my own. The sins of the father may cast a shadow. But a shadow is not substance. It only persists when you stand in a certain light.

Move, and it shifts.