“Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.” – Bram Stoker, Dracula
I have trouble telling others “what I want to do in my life.”
For the past few years, I’ve found it difficult to set my mind on one interest, one career choice, one path in life. Often times, my response to “what do I want to do in my life” is riddled with ideals and complexities, rather than a clear sense of direction.
“I want to travel”, “I want to perform”, “I want to help others”, I want to get into politics”, along with reasons X, Y, and Z.
At this rate, I’ve probably lost count of how many different responses I’ve given to friends, family, and acquaintances, regarding what I want to do. It’s not that I don’t have interests, or don’t have the motivation to go out and face obstacles. None of that. I do believe, however, that passion is something that has to be earned, and I’ve had trouble developing a true passion. I’ve always had an interest in trying new things, but I don’t think I’ve given myself enough time or effort in a craft to see if it was/is the right fit for me.
It’s an issue I’ve dealt with for so long, an issue that I still deal with today.