|"Happy 3rd Birthday Space Driftin' dude!!"|
|He's hip about time.|
I thought the answer to this question was supposed to jump out at me and light up my frontal cortex like a pinball machine. Yeah, the Indiana Jones one, dude. It had a gun grip handle to shoot the balls, that was badass. I was supposed to go on a field trip or to the movies and I was supposed to read, see, or encounter something out there in the world that would cause a cartoonish light bulb to appear above my head and my forehead would get all scrunchled up as my eyes got mega-wide and this would alert you, me, and everybody to the fact that I just had "una momente de A-ha" and my path in life was now set. The way "Finding Your Path In Life" was related to me was that I would be required to do nothing except not be dead when My Path In Life revealed itself to me. I'm not saying I was right or wrong to trust in that belief or that it was right or wrong that I was taught that by whomever taught it to me but it's bullshit. I think you have to aggressively pursue whatever you feel drawn to in life at all times or you won't really be living. You will inevitably fail a lot, and out of those failures you'll stitch together an answer for yourself. For the people who figured out what they wanted to do in life when they went to the art museum or the zoo or on that field trip to the bank when they were 9 and instantly had the answer, fuck you, I consider you either to be a simpleton who settled or incredibly fortunate. Either way, fuck you to hell.
I always think people who say tell those stories are full of shit too, but I will give it to them that it's possible and maybe I just don't understand because life didn't reach out and bite me in that way and tell me what I was going to do with myself while I'm here on Planet Earth.
Recently I may have stumbled upon some thoughts that did reach out and bite me, so there's more to come on Thursday as I don't want to keep writing and make this the longest post in the history of Space Driftin'.