Am I lost? Or was I ever on the right path, anyway? Is there a happy happy joy joy reality in another dimension that I have just missed? What am I really going to do when I grow up?
To find one’s passion in life, and then to follow it is a scary business.
More scary, though, than the thought of not finding the right career path for me is a thought of not even trying to find it. Someone has said that too many people burn out without ever having been on fire.
And a fear of risking a failure just keeps too many souls and bodies burning out.
Being scared probably means you have some inklings as to what you, in the heart of hearts, dream about doing, and that there is personal meaning involved in that dream – and that you’re not doing what you’d really like. Not yet. So shake hands with the fear. You might just as well learn to like it. Fear is the friendly, warm shadow of passion.
The whats and the whys and the hows of passion is one of my big time favourites, as I am one of those personality types who gets fueled by inspiration and excitement – whether it’s my own or someone else’s. Why does someone do what they do. How have they found their passion. How are they serving other people by following their passion. How are they re-igniting their passion in the nitty-gritty of everyday life. So being a journalist is a pretty fitting career choice for satisfying all this curiosity concerning passion.
But lately, there’s also this small ‘but’ lingering in the background. I have this bugging feeling that somewhere in the midst of all the road network I know so far is another career path waiting for me. I haven’t got too clear directions and I’m not even sure whether that path exists already or if it’s one of those ‘u-tread’ ones.
So I have figured out I’d better turn this bugging feeling into one of my best friends who I’m ready to travel to scary and amazing places with and quarrel and cry and party and make jokes with.
So far, we’re in okay terms and have on an idea level explored a few nice locations, but I’d say we could do much better and actually head out to the real world.
Both of us are good at coming up with excuses for why we shouldn’t depart to that longer journey. Not just yet. I’ll just finish this one thing I’m working on first, maybe after that. Nah, not today, it’s too dark. Not now, it might rain. Not today, I’m busy watching my hair turn grey.
But writing it on this screen now makes the pursuit for passion more real.
There. I’ve said it. Let’s go and open the door and head out even despite the rain and the unfinished business elsewhere. Well, okay. You can take the umbrella with you, though.

Tea time companions