It’s messing people up, this social pressure to “find your passion” and “know what it is you want to do”. It’s perfectly fine to just live your moments fully, and marvel as many small and large passions, many small and large purposes enter and leave your life. For many people there is no realization, no bliss to follow, no discovery of your life’s purpose. This isn’t sad, it’s just the way things are. Stop trying to find the forest and just enjoy the trees.
Sally Coulter (via judygrimes)
#being alive to the world is enough (via wintercreek)
I think there is something true here, though the truth is often very complicated.
True story: I probably was always gonna be a writer. It feels less like a passion than an inevitability. But if I’d fallen into gardening before art, you’d never have seen a painting out of me, and I’d be known (if I was known at all) for my absurdly named cultivars of native plants.
It worked out well enough for me. I regret nothing. (For one thing, Digger would have been really hard to do as a photo comic!) But there’s more than one way to go. Sometimes fifty roads diverge in a yellow road, and none of them suck and most of ‘em overlap.