Is it just me, or does it seem like most people aren’t really happy with their lives? Maybe I should re-word that. Most people seem to me unhappy with their jobs, not necessarily their entire lives. But as your job is a big part of your life, it’s easy to make such an overstatement. I know I’m not content with where I am in my life, but I’m not really sure what to do about it. And it seems like many people I know are in the same discontented boat, rowing with our oars of doubt and confusion, gliding forth with our billowing sails full of mistakes and misjudgments.
Okay, I’ll stop with the boat analogy. But you get my drift. (Ah, see what I did there?) Anyway, I always thought I’d be doing something else with my life, something more, but I never had a clear idea of what that something was. I was not born with an outstanding talent that gave me a clear path to follow; I was born neither with a lot of money to give me the leisure to try different things at will, nor with very little money, so that I had to figure out what to do with my life from an early age; I was also not born with an exceptional amount of drive or ambition. I was one of those kids whose parents bemoan the fact that they aren’t living up to their potential. And they were right; I didn’t.
So now, while not miserable, I am mildly disgruntled. It’s like something that makes you uncomfortable but you aren’t quite sure what it is, like a crooked picture on the wall that you haven’t yet noticed consciously. And I still have no clear idea of what I should be doing.