My brother asked me why I had done something recently.
It was something that cost a lot of money, but offered no set outcome, no obvious return on investment.
“What do you hope to get out of it?,” he asked. “Like, what is the end result going to be?”
Momentarily, I struggled to find an answer, and then I just said: “Well, there is no end result. I just feel like doing it.”
The more I thought about it, the more I realized, this is a good enough reason to do most things. I mean, except for killing someone or possibly robbing a bank (not the worst thing in the world), there isn’t much you can do in which the innate desire to just fucking do the damn thing is a bad reason.
And yet, people tend to not think about things this way. Especially as they get older, I notice, everyone gets a little risk-averse, a little more calculated. It’s like as soon as an opportunity presents itself — anything that doesn’t dovetail with career and family and whatever other bullshit you’ve been taught to focus on, falls by the wayside. There has to be a reason for everything.
But sometimes — most times, in fact — the best reason to do anything is as simple as a feeling, an impulse, something which comes from within you, though you’d be hard-pressed to explain or rationalize what that feeling or that impulse actually is. You just know it is there.
The thing is, that impulse is good enough. You don’t need end results, don’t need an outcome which can be added to some silly fucking resume, some garbage CV that nobody gives a shit about anyway. I mean, you do need those things, but you don’t need them for everything.
The next time someone asks you why you’re doing something, and you don’t have a good answer, just say “I feel like it,” because honestly, that’s good enough. It really is.