From ages 4 to 9, I wanted to be a doctor. At ages 9 to 11, I was sure I wanted to be a lawyer. This desire turned into writer, computer engineer, chemical engineer, electronics engineer, and software engineer. Now, I want to be a writer again.
Finding your true calling isn’t easy. Sometimes you just have a vague idea of where you want to go, but once you actually get around to doing it (if you ever do) it turns out that what you wanted was something else. But you have to keep trying, because if you’re not truly happy with what you’re doing, then what is your life for?
Life is meant to be lived doing what you love. Do you really want to eventually die, a soulless drone, working not for your own happiness, but for somebody else’s? Do you want to die, not ever knowing what it’s like to fill that empty void?
I don’t know what it’s like to finally do what it is I’m meant to do, whether it’s just one thing, or many different things combined. But I truly believe it’s worth it.