You know it’s just what you’ve got to do. Career or not it doesn’t matter in that moment. When you’re at school, in the library, having read some of that book you’re meant to be reading but half an hour in you’ve just got to get your notebook out and write those thoughts spilling out of your head.
You’re beaming to yourself. Mad person that you are, possessed by some insane charge of adrenaline, of purpose.
You look up from time to time at your classmates walking past, some yawning exhaustedly, others still looking out for information they need to get their work done, stamina slowing.
And you just want to tell them. Do it. Do what you really, really want. What gets you the most excited, the most invigorated. You’ll make your most powerful contribution to the world if you are doing what you’re here best to do.
Be that composer. You, go and pursue your rowing. Yes, study space travel to your absolute content. Please consider performing with that voice of yours. And you, don’t you dare let the school try and test you to then define you; you work too well with people in a way needed for this world to function, for that.
I sat there and just wanted to tell them all wildly, ‘If you think you know what it is, go find a way to do it. If you don’t yet, carry on, just like they all tell you to, but not all grey and defeated and complaining. Carry on with hope. With an absolute demand to find it. And then one day you’ll realise what it is.’