If I could travel back in time and talk to dumbass me, I’d tell that idiot to stop looking for passion– because even if that concept is legit, it doesn’t apply to you.
“It aint that deep” would be the perfect title of my book.
I always thought my dreams and goals had to be something bigger than me, something I loved more than my own existence, something I could lose myself to.
As it turned out—- no.
Not even close.
In fact, the answer for me was very simple.
Work– in marketing as a writer, level up from there.
A piece of advice for you lost souls– if you “have” to find the right next step, you never will. Forcing action retards the mind and dulls the experience.
What you need is to fucking breathe, relax, and with a detached and objective mind, ask yourself where could I take my experiences next?
The work you can have fun doing is the answer.
Not the work you love more than yourself (might not even exist).
Not the work you feel called to do.
Not the work that doesn’t feel like work.
Just work on shit you can do, now, where you are.
Ta-da.
Life time mystery solved.
–FOOL
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