“Self-awareness is like great sex: everyone thinks they have a ton of it, but in reality no one knows what the fuck they’re doing.” — Mark Manson
For a long time I had an idea of what I wanted to do with my life. And for just as long I could never put it into words.
It’s easy to think we’ve got it all figured out. To think we know exactly what we want.
We get this picture in our heads. A career. A car. A home. Hobbies. Someone to share it with.
But when the cookie crumbles and it doesn’t look like what we thought it would, will we continue to chase the image?
It’s always right there, right at our fingertips. Begging us to reach out and take it, all the while being clouded, obscuring its identity just enough to keep us from seeing what it truly is.
We see the plan, the thought of what it should be and the way we should go after it. But never do we actually see the full picture, or what it’s going to take to get there.
We idolize those we see with it and wonder how they got it, even having the audacity to think that we can follow in their exact footsteps. But no two paths are ever the same.
We have to have the courage to stand in our own shoes, to put one foot in front of the other, to follow our own path, even if we have no idea where it leads.
Because it’s not the words that make it real. It’s the confidence to follow your heart that makes everything you see in your head come to life, even if it looks completely different than your first draft.
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