My goals are filing for divorce from my career.
In short, the ol’ ball and chain has kept me loveless. It’s boring being overly-ambitious. That whole gotta-get-it, always thinking about what’s next, how to hit it big, success, etc. it’s lame. What’s underrated is casual exploration.
I’m not saying be a loser and don’t pursue your goals, but sometimes it’s better to let things unfold.
You’re not always supposed to know… otherwise you wouldn’t do anything unordinary and that’s where the meaningful things happen.
You already know this, and this isn’t the high value content you’ve so generously committed your attention span to unearthing.
My goals have little to do with my career. I have life goals–
–A financial number that I make, the crib I want, the lifestyle and cars, but as for the how this all comes about? That I don’t care about.
For now, I think the skill/thing is writing… but I’m open to change.
For whatever reason, restlessness will find us and we’ll try to blueprint our lives after some walmart version celebrity.
That’s usually where I phuck up the plan.
There is a point to this: and that cigarette smoking drama student might have had it right, nothing really matters.
Wanna jump ship? Start swimming.
Wanna see it through? Start steering.
It really doesn’t matter what you do, as long as you do what you can and you stay doing something.
#FoolForward
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