I often wonder what I am cut out for. I mean look, just look at all of these skinny, be-acne'd little boys and girls running around the campuses of Harvard and MIT, slowly working their way into the world of finance and geo-politics and cancer research; and what the fuck am I? I am the guy who is going to ahve to depend on these societal rejects to make sure my liver and my bank-account don't give out before the other third come for their back-taxes! Who am I then? Am I the musician, the artist, the poet, the slut, the tubby guy, the anorexic, the chain-smoker, the pot head, the alcoholic, the carcenogenic martyr or some sort of exotic fruit bat? What the fuck? Identity crisis? I wish! I don't even know whta an identity is!
Piss.
-jim
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So there's 2 ways to take this. First, read it as if the question presumes a destiny, as if somehow a greater fate is driving you and everyone else to specific goals (which is not to poopah that idea, hell, for all I know it could be true). However, it doesn't matter what you're meant to do because you have no say in that matter. Should the big hand in the sky has a plan and wants you to enact it, you'd better believe you're going to. So sit back relax and enjoy the ride. If not, then you're beating your head over a worthless concept.
In the second read, you can take it as what are you good at. Well, that's a really tangible measurable idea. If you want to know what you're good at, you can find out. Heck, I bet you already know. Moreover, it's flexible. You can get better or worse at things.As opposed to the first reading, here you have control.
I think the problem really comes in the fact that we read the issue both ways simultaneously. We want to know that what we've chosen to work on and be good at does indeed fit the greater plan. Altruistic people like yourself really want to know that they're not just spinning their wheels getting good at some pointless task. Which leads me to my comment. Yes, you are cut out to be all those things and more. Really, you're a big ball of raw potential. We all are. Most importantly though, you are a purpose. For those bespeckled doctors you're an illness to cure, for the bankers you're money to manage and in the same vein, they are audiences to please for you.
So maybe there is a hand. So maybe we have a mission to accomplish, but I suppose I can't see that we should be held to goals we don't know. So we're only as good at things as we want to be and we can choose whatever we want. These perspectives really don't matter. Ultimately, we're a purpose and we're made to perpetuate the purpose. Doctors keep people alive and artists keep them inspired and rambly online marketing guys keep them working so they can buy the next great thing because the only way to have more goals is to do more.
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