Yet another blog post about finding your passion
Here’s the first step in finding your passion:
You’re not entitled to a passion.
I’ll write it again: you’re not entitled to a passion.
The world doesn’t owe you one. Yes, you were born, and you exist. And those things give you no right to finding your “passion.”
If you want to find something you’re passionate about, and you’re not working on finding something every day, is that because you believed you’re entitled to it? That it will somehow just happen for you? That “luck” will take care of it?
Because it won’t. Well, it might. But is that what you want to rely on?
How long will you wait for your “passion” to just somehow find you?
Months? Years? Longer?
Is that how you want to live?
Or would you rather make a start today on actually doing something about it?
About two years ago I was reading maybe 10 articles a day. Articles about being an entrepreneur, about life lessons, about starting a business, personal development, and on and on and on.
After reading a few articles one day, I realised I wasn’t enjoying myself. I was just doing it because I’d got into a routine, and it seemed like it was a productive thing to do, even though I was just pretending it was productive to avoid do any real work.
And then I had a thought:
“These articles aren’t even that good. I think I could do better.”
Maybe I was naïve. Maybe I was wrong. But that’s what I thought.
I could’ve ignored that. I could’ve try to rationalise it by saying to myself “yeah, but what do I know about writing?” I could’ve told myself I was insane for even thinking I could do better because I’d never written anything like these articles for even a moment in my life.
But I did none of that.
I listened to myself.
Because listening to myself was the right thing to do. It felt right. 100% right.
I wrote my first article that day. I can’t even remember what it was about. But I remember being sucked into the moment like never before, and losing all concept of time, and nothing mattering except how much I was enjoying myself, how passionate I felt, how much energy I was giving.
“Wow,” I thought. “That was awesome.” The word “awesome” originally meant “filled with awe.” It’s been corrupted now, but that’s the kind of awesome I felt.
Again, I listened to myself. I wrote more articles.
I listened to myself when I thought I wanted to start writing for some actual publications, rather than just on my Facebook page.
I listened to myself when I thought I wanted to commit to writing, and writing 1,000 words every day, no matter what.
I listened to myself when I thought I wanted to leave my corporate job and work for myself by writing full time.
I love writing now because I listened to myself then.
But it didn’t start off as a passion. It started off as something I liked doing and was good at. And then I did it more and got better. And then I kept getting better. And then I prioritised getting better. And then I realised that I loved it. And then I realised it was worth the sacrifices I had to make to do it every day.
If you don’t listen to yourself then you’ll never find your passion.
If you won’t listen to yourself then you’ll never find your passion.