“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
“Nothing worth having comes easy.” I’ve been hearing motivational phrases like this, and others, for years. Working hard to reach a goal is a very valid sentiment, and “nothing worth having comes easy” is obviously a true statement; however, I’ve always taken phrases like this for what they are – clichés.
But finally, something triggered in my mind to make me understand this on a deeper level. It’s like when you fall in love, and all those corny songs you’ve been listening to your whole life finally start making sense.
Maybe it’s my pending milestone birthday. Maybe it’s not the day at all, but the mere fact I’m getting older. Maybe it’s the hustlers with whom I’ve been surrounding myself. Maybe it’s because my dreams are larger than my current reality. Or maybe, it’s because I have finally found the truth behind passion.
My whole life I have had many interests and many pursuits. I knew I wouldn’t have a corporate job; there was too much I wanted to experience, too much I needed to do on my own. The journey has been fun; however, I always had a certain sense of regret (for lack of a better word) about not finding my one true passion. The best of the best craftsmen have always seemed to have one true passion, or at least a sense of “this is what I want to do for the rest of my life,” from the time they were young.
Did I have a sense? Sure. But did I have authentic, true, unrelenting passion? No. And here I am, (if I may use another cliché) a “jack of all trades, master of none.”
This realization can be anxiety-inducing, even debilitating for someone who’s youthful ignorance is in the past. And yet, I feel enlightened, because I realized something very simple recently:
MAYBE LIFE ISN‘T ABOUT FINDING YOUR ONE TRUE PASSION. MAYBE LIFE IS SIMPLY ABOUT FINDING PASSION… AND ALWAYS RELENTLESSLY PURSUING THAT.
I may not be the best of the best at one thing. And that’s ok, because (allow me to use one final cliché) joy is in the journey, not the destination. That doesn’t mean the destination is inconsequential. And that doesn’t mean the journey is easy. But once you are passionate about your journey, hard work falls in to place very quickly.
My takeaway is this: I’m going to work hard – very hard – to be the best version of myself I can be. No one will ever be perfect. But it is in the pursuit of perfection where we find the most happiness.
I am going to set big, almost-unattainable goals, then I’m going to work hard – very hard – to attain them. If I do, I’ll set new ones. If I don’t… it will be one hell of a ride.
“GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO
WAIT GO FUCKING GET IT.“