There’s a lot of advice when it comes to whether you should love what you do or do what you love.
I don’t have the answer for you.
I don’t know whether I even have the answer for me.
I do a lot of things. The things I do the most often are the ones I’m incredibly interested in. That interest lasts 1-30 days usually, with a tendency being toward the shorter.
It’s leftover from a young boy who only stuck with the things he was immediately good at because he hadn’t developed the skill of looking back and reflecting.
Some of that may have been because he always ran so fast he never let the past catch up. Some of it may have been living in a family where completing things on a daily basis was more important than enjoying the outcome of the completed task.
So for now, I have to struggle with learning to love what I do. The things I love, probably more accurately the things I’m obsessed with, don’t last all that long. And their outcome isn’t something that can sustain me or a family.
So what is their place then? What is the point of doing things that I love?
Escapism?
Would I stick with certain things I love not that I’m conditioned to stick with things I don’t love longer?
Do I simply have to trick myself and show some sort of outcome for the things I do? Is the visible, measurable outcome the thing I really worry about? Is that what I should be keying on, or should I prefer to enjoy any completed task, regardless of whether I can see the outcome or not?
I really don’t know.
But this was a good way to spend eight minutes.
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