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The one guaranteed way to find your life’s purpose
I’m kidding — do we actually still believe this bullshit?
I found something I wrote five years ago. The me then and the me now both would have clicked on this headline, knowing full well it was crap. It’s so tempting to think for just one second that someone, somewhere figured this all out and is ready to spill the secret.
I’ve tried finding my passion and purpose for, like, decades. I keep coming up empty-handed, but man, when I see one of those headlines, I get a little rush of adrenaline, thinking: Fuck! Today’s the day!
When I read my words from five years ago, I wanted to reach back in time and slap myself across the face, then squeeze me into a tight hug. Instead I’ve written 5-years-ago-me (in italics) a letter from MUCH wiser today-me (in bold):
You know how people say a good way to figure out what you should do with your life is to imagine what you want your obituary to say? Like that’s somehow the way for you to figure out what your true passion is, what’s really important in your life, what you should spend more time on?
Yeah, because end of life memoirs were and still are very popular. You’ve read all of them. Every person who’s had a brain tumor and written a book dispensing their wisdom, lives on your…
