Maybe You Should Just Quit
Who this post is NOT for:
- Those who (without doubt) know exactly where they are going in life.
Who this post IS for:
- Those who (like me) have struggled with finding their place.
Two musicians, on opposite corners of the street, play music every night.
Right around the same time, they come out and start playing. Both talented, and seemingly playing the same song, but never at the same time.
From the outside-in it came off as a pitiful display.
An older man used to sit there, smiling and listening every night. Clearly enjoying the racket that no one else could stand.
Eventually a young boy asked the old man, “why do you listen to that junk?”
He replied simply, “It’s beautiful”.
The young boy, astonished, exclaimed, “what are you talking about, old man? They play every night and can never seem to play in unison! It sounds awful!”
The old man turned his way and said, “Sure, the timing is off, but it is the obvious potential for chemistry that makes it special. Not the product itself, but the realization of what could be. What could have been. That is what makes it so beautiful to watch.”
And right there, on that street corner, I realized the tragic importance of timing.
What do you want to be?
How many times have you been asked this question?
Probably a few too many. Yet somehow it still peaks our interest. From our first memories, to the day we graduate, we get asked that same question.
Honestly, it’s an incredibly simple question.
But the answer? Not so simple.
At least not anymore.
It didn’t start this way.
As the years progressed, this question became harder and harder to answer.
When we were young kids, it was the easiest question ever.
We all had dreams of what we would become.
Maybe you wanted to be the President, or a superhero, an artist, or maybe a veterinarian.
Whatever it was, we all wanted similar things. We wanted to be the hero of our own story. We wanted to make an impact on the world. We wanted to be transcendent. We wanted to be special.
We wanted to be ourselves.
And there was no doubt in our minds that we would become just that.
Then Life Hits.
You grow up and slowly that underlying conviction begins to change. You quit being you. Not because you no longer want to be yourself, but because you’re not so sure “being you” is what you’re supposed to do.