I’ve realized something about myself that I don’t like to readily admit. Sometimes the dark part of me gets really frustrated – like REALLY fucking frustrated with people who have no direction. Not having a vision for themselves. Not having a clue what makes them happy.
In actuality, this isn’t what bothers me. Not having direction is a healthy, normal place to be. What frustrates me is people that have no direction and are subsequently MISERABLE in this place. Having no direction and genuinely loving it there is one thing. But having no direction and feeling sorry for yourself is inexcusable.
Don’t get me wrong – I’ve been there and I do think there is strength on the other side of a good, old-fashioned pity party. Sometimes you need to feel like shit about yourself in order to discover what you really care about, and how you really want to feel. Then the good part happens:
- You get to think about what matters to you. What makes you happy. What your goals are.
- You get to explore EVERYTHING. Seriously – the sky is the limit. Go live on a farm. Go camping. Write your own screenplay – try everything to find out what matters to you.
- You’re in control. When you’ve got no direction, but desperately want to find what makes you happy you are the only one who can control that. Money, time, obligations – those are only obstacles you place on yourself.
If you have no direction in life, try not to look at this like a bad place to be, because it often is the most FUN place to be. A place with no limits – just opportunities. A place where you have the best excuse to try everything under the sun, over the sun, and across the sun.
There is nothing wrong with having no direction, but there is something wrong with staying there.