Honestly, I do have more respect for you but at the same time find it funny because you have your masters and most people wouldn’t leave something they are unhappy with because they wouldn’t want to ruin the status quo. But you’re just like whatever. It takes balls to find out who you really are and most people will never get it.
I’m in the middle of an IM conversation with a really good friend. Somewhere along the way, the conversation got somewhat philosophical. We’re talking about life and death and direction and jobs. Specifically, mine, but it’s been an interesting chat. It’s sometimes hard to get people to listen to me because I think they would rather brush me off as being irresponsible or silly or flighty.
Maybe I am.
But every now and again someone understands why I do what I do. I can tell you. It’s not like it’s a secret. I just don’t talk about it often because there’s no point in trying to explain things to people who don’t understand.
I do what I do for two reasons. And by do what I do I mean make any decision.
- To make me happy.
- Because in one way or another it makes me feel alive.
I don’t think I’ve made a decision without those two principles in a very, very long time. This covers from walking to quitting jobs to driving away to writing to deciding what to do next to going to graduate school to climbing trees.
I appreciate that people understand. And I also appreciate that people support me even when they don’t.