I have been trying to find my passion. The more I try and find it, the more elusive it seems to become.
I could list a million and one things that I am kind of interested in but nothing seems to feel like “the one”.
There is an unending supply of things out there which tell you how to find it. Books with quizzes and homework. Blog posts with five steps to working out what your life’s work is. Articles that tell you how you know when you’ve got there.
They have not helped.
When I ask other people how they have found their passion, they say that they are still looking or that they stumbled over it somewhere along the way. Some people say “try everything”. Others say that it will find you, providing you’re open to life. A fortunate few seem to have been born knowing exactly what they were meant to do.
I would like their secret.
I read something last week which said that you won’t find your passion by looking for it; you’ll find it in the things that you do, in observing the things that make you light up. I tried something similar a few years ago with a wonderfully entrepreneurial friend. We mapped out the things that I was drawn to and attempted to identify the theme. The challenge, I find, is that there are so many things that are interesting and enticing and important that it is hard to settle on one. This, in itself, is probably not a problem, but I’m also aware of the finiteness of time. The fact that you have to commit to something if you’re really going to see it through.
There is, of course, another way to spin it, and the point might be to enjoy what you do at any given moment, rather than focusing on where you want to end up –
But this seems to leave it all rather vague and open and I worry that, in all the wandering and wondering, I’ll end up missing what I was meant to do.