Oh hi, I didn’t notice you coming—have a seat. Let me put some Enigma for us… I have this old vinyl of their 1996 album Le Roi Est Mort, Vive Le Roi
Every time I listen to this record, I feel how small I am in comparison to the world. I have my own dreams and ambitions, my own fears and desires, but so does every other person on the streets.
We all think we are so important, because we can only imagine the world through our own eyes. But really, nobody cares.
I’ll repeat that: Nobody cares.
I’ve been thinking about my goals recently. There are so many things I want to do. But I also want to be very good at something. The funniest thing is I don’t know what to focus on. So I just drift there.
The only thing that helps me is that nobody knows what they’re doing. Neither teachers, nor presidents. So I’ll let myself be as I am. Time will do its thing.
Really, I should be grateful that I’m confused. It means I’m free. I can do whatever.
And maybe there is no answer? Maybe there isn’t an end point, but only a direction? A path that shows itself while walking on it. It’s like we’re in fog.
Nothing we do comes from nothing and goes to nothing. Every little decision is needed for something. So I got this idea.
Curiosity.
This is the only thing that gets me off the couch, that wakes me up, that lets me focus on something for hours on end. So maybe curiosity is the answer to my riddle? Or at least a hint.
Go. It doesn’t matter where. You just need to move and the path will show itself. Jump at opportunities, do what scares you. You don’t find a meaning—you build it.
This post is all over the place. So be it.
P.S. No AI is being used for any of my works. They are written and edited by me. Small mistakes may occur. And I like it that way.
Peace.