What more can you ask for?

There are 24 hours in a day.

Eight of those hours you spend asleep.

That’s one third.

Another eight you’re at work. And that’s a minimum, really it’s nine or ten, but let’s just go with eight.

That’s another third.

The last third you have to yourself. Well, except you probably spend two of those hours commuting to work. Then when you’re done with work you have to cook (one hour), and then maybe do some chores (one more hour).

So really you have four hours per day to yourself. By the time you get to really enjoy them you’re absolutely exhausted.

Let’s recap.

Of 24 hours in a day you spend a third sleeping, another third at work (at least), and the last third (at most) doing what you want to do.

I think about this distribution a lot.

If only two thirds of my life are in my control then those two thirds better be fucking incredible. In other words, I better be passionate about what I do for work, otherwise I will resent an entire third of my adult life.

It would be great if everyone would have this mentality.

However not everyone is passionate about something. As crazy as this is to me, I’ve learned this is more often the case than not.

Well how do you find what you’re passionate about and what does being passionate mean exactly?

Finding what you’re passionate about is one of the hardest things you may ever experience. I believe there is a huge misconception about what it means to be passionate about something. Many people think it means you love what you do and everything that comes with it.

This is wrong.

Because of this thinking, many people abandon what could be their passions before they have a chance to really bloom into something because it gets hard.

Here’s what being passionate really is. It means caring enough that when you fail over and over (because you will) that you won’t stop. Failing isn’t fun. It feels bad.

Passion is what you’re willing to suffer for.

When you care about something, you will try it over and over until you get it right. Why? Because you give a shit.

When you’re passionate about something there is nothing in the world that can cause you more frustration. In fact, I think the lack of frustration in something is the worst thing you can have when it comes to anything you spend time on.

Why? Because the lack of frustration usually also means a lack of pleasure or delight.

But really though, it’s okay to suck at something. Alexis Ohanian said it best,

“Sucking at something is the first step to being kind of good at it.”

I haven’t told a ton of people about my little death scare two weeks ago. I was alone in Poland. I woke up and there was something going on with my lungs and heart. I’ll just say that it certainly felt serious.

There was legitimately a moment where I said to myself, “Alright, this is it. I’m going to die in Katowice, Poland today.” I really thought it was all over.

After I said that, I took a minute to think about my life. To my delight, I was genuinely happy with how everything has played out.

I have an amazing family.

I have a group of friends who deeply care about me.

I love what I do.

What more can you ask for?

P.S. — That’s it! No more blogs! There’s no way in hell I’m going to keep on writing on a daily basis like I have been. But if I feel like writing then I’ll pop out my laptop and do so. Maybe I’ll have a cadence of once a week or something. I haven’t decided yet.

I started this because I wanted to teach myself discipline and force myself to do something I have frequently struggled with, which is write. I don’t think I’ve done this long enough to say that I’ve improved myself in any way, however I learned writing is a lot like reading. You can never find the time to do it. You have to make the time.

It was a lot of fun posting these and seeing even one or two people really enjoying my thoughts. It meant a lot to hear the kind words :)