So, here we are. After years of contemplating the idea of starting a blog, fantasizing about sharing my (albeit short) story with the vast online world, I am finally seizing the occasion to walk in the unknown wilderness of blogging. If I’m being perfectly honest, I don’t have a clue what to write. Sure I’ve sketched out some ideas here and there along the way: fun anecdotes (at least in my opinion), interesting projects, fascinating people I’ve met, places I’ve been to and fallen in love with. Unfortunately, every time I stumbled upon those written ideas I just tossed them aside (and in the bin) telling myself to be realistic. Thinking that they’ll never see the light of day, that I’m simply not a blogger, that it’s not who I am. In my mind, I just wasn’t that type of person.
But after a few (somewhat) maturing years I realised that I wasn’t any type of person. Nobody is, not really. In a society of “what do you do?”s and “what do you want to be when you grow up?”s no wonder I, like so many others, saw my future as a monolithic brick. I had to determine what unique role I was going to play in society, and whatever that was, it had to be my soul aspiration, my only purpose in life. And of course, this role is the thing that brings income. The thing that will let me pay the bills. But why on Earth must the activity which lets me get by also be the main (or only) thing that gives me meaning?
Now don’t get me wrong, there is nothing inherently wrong with getting your income from doing something that truly does give you meaning, on the contrary. But I just think it’s dangerous, hell potentially fatal, to live our (short) lives caring more about having a set job or career to make ends meet than pursuing our passions. If we even know what our passions are, to begin with!
I’m not certain what my passions are myself. Sure there are activities I enjoy and that I get excited about (at times). Like traveling, writing, photography. Yet I don’t think I’ve spent enough time contemplating and practicing them to truly claim them as my passions. But I am now determined to find out. To pursue them as much as I can, to see if I can drain them from their value or (hopefully) discover that they truly are passions. In which case they’ll be so bountiful in value that they’ll be undrainable.
I guess it’s just as well that I am now finally at university. My hours of classes have gone from 9 hours a day to 1 or 2 hours. I’m still wondering why people call this “higher” education. Then again, I cannot deny that the quality of it is indeed higher, but definitely not the volume.
So now with an abundance of free time, a more mature view of life with its endless possibilities and a higher determination, I will finally start living a more intentional and hopefully meaningful life (and yes I do know how corny that sounds).
With that said, looking forward to writing again soon.
