You Have No Idea What You’re Doing; You’re Not Alone

Because I don’t know what I’m doing either. Let’s accept that together.

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Someone needs to sit me down and explain to me how some people say when they're young, “I want to be a billjonger,” and everything they do is focused on becoming that thing. Like what chip did they have plugged into their brain? How do some people know exactly what they want to do, but others struggle to focus on a singular thing? Or — and the more interesting question — is everyone blindly wading through the dark, but some are better at hiding it than others?

Choice

The elephant in the room is choice. In the first-world, 21st Century, we have the blessing and curse of choice. It’s a curse because it’s hard to pick one thing from the many and be happy with it, and it’s a blessing because you have options — you don’t have to take up the family business of slicing shawarma off of spinning meat if you don’t want to.

I’m a terrible liar. I don’t know how to hide the fact that I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m totally bombarded with choices. Sure, there are things that I’m interested in, but the idea of exclusively devoting myself to one career, one passion, one discipline, sounds like hell. If you’re an artist, you know what I’m talking about. We think differently, we follow our hearts, and our engines run on…