What is the meaning of life? A hefty question for a Sunday evening you may say. A question you don’t ask yourself every day, one you’ve maybe never asked yourself.
Why am I studying for this exam? Is this person the love of my life? What kind of career do I want to pursue? What is the point?
These are questions you’re maybe more likely to ask yourself every so often. As for the answers, I definitely don’t have question one figured out quite yet, and I think no one really has (if you, dear reader, have: enlighten us). I don’t think that really matters though. We don’t need to know the answer, we can just enjoy the ride. Which brings me to the other questions, I don’t have an answer to these either really, but I think it’s important to keep looking for them.
And I don’t just mean these particular questions, it goes for any “what am I doing with my life” kind of questions. Because the searching itself can be fun too, you see. Trying different places, things, people, while asking yourself “is this making me happy” every now and then can be fulfilling in itself, even if you never find the perfect answers. It works for me at least. I’m searching, exploring, without really knowing where it’s taking me and it’s making me pretty happy right now.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean “you need to go explore the world in order to find yourself” either. If that’s what you want to do: great, go for it. If you on the other hand know you want to have a hotshot career and you even know in what field: great (and well done you). If you can’t wait to start a family and don’t care about having an amazing career or sleeping in dodgy hostels on the other side of the world: great.
If, on the other hand, you have no clue what the hell you want to do with your life: keep looking, keep searching. Don’t give up, settle down, just because it’s easy or because someone else says you should.