I feel confused about life and really knowing what my ‘true calling’ is.
This is triggered by the events of the day of course but broadly speaking, it’s fair to say I feel this way.
There are two kinds of dreams. The ones we can follow if we do all the right things and make all the right moves in the path that we’re in.
And then there are those that require us to find ourselves again. The ones that require us to leave behind all that we know and have allowed ourselves to become. The ones that require us to build a new path.
The latter, almost always, gets buried. The first almost always, wins.
We convince ourselves, that what we’ve chosen is for a reason. And that that, is life’s plan for us.
Grow up. Go to school. Choose a field. Your college. Your specialty. Find a job. The fuel to keep life going. But what happens when you burn all the fuel out and you can’t call for a refill?
As you watch the games, you pat yourself on the back for choosing the less scary way.
Until the game ends. Because then you realize that only if you play, do you even allow yourself the chance to take the trophy home!