An Open Letter to Anyone Who Hasn’t ‘Figured It Out’ Yet
Let’s put something to bed before we begin—you can be fresh out of college or retired in Boca Raton and still have no idea what your life’s purpose is. The notion that age somehow provides you with all of the answers is bullshit because the sad fact is that some people never figure out what they’re meant to do and that’s just life.
I don’t believe that a lack of discovering your purpose comes from laziness or confusion. I think the issue is pressure—from your parents, your peers, your partner. This pressure eats away at your ability to give yourself the necessary time and consideration it takes to determine your passions.
“What do you love to do?”
We’re all so quick to jot down an answer but we never really think about the question. For those of us who do put passion before stability, there’s a certain category we immediately get thrown into—we’re the dreamers and underdogs with our heads up our asses, in the clouds, or in the sand.
One of my biggest pet peeves is society’s tendency to point out professions like law and medicine and comment on how difficult it must be to enter those fields. Of course the foundation of both these practices isn’t easy but the fact of the matter is, is that they provide a clearly defined path.
When you decide to be a lawyer or a doctor there is a preconceived list of steps, a finite amount of schooling, studying, and interning—there’s an end game.
What if your career path doesn’t have an end game or what if this end game is nearly impossible to achieve?
Most people will tell you that if you can’t make your passion a career then you should simply put your passion on the back burner and learn to pay your bills. Those people consider themselves realists, but I call them defeatists.
Do you know how lucky you are when you actually find something that you love to do? As I said, some people never figure it out and they spend their lives looking for purpose in trivial things—money, status, power.
I’m only 22-years-old and I’m starting to realize just how fast this whole life thing can be. Already I’m beginning to look back on college and high school analyzing all of my missed opportunities. I’ll be damned if that’s how I feel at 50.
Society will tell you that you need to get your shit straight if you haven’t found a career. Society will tell you that if you’re not making ‘x’ amount of dollars that you need to work harder. Society will tell you that it doesn’t matter if you fucking hate your job, so long as you have a job.
It’s okay to say ‘fuck you’ to society every now and then. If you have a dream, chase it. Be thankful that you’ve discovered your bliss. If you need to work a few shit jobs in the interim to feed yourself, then by all means, do so but don’t settle. Don’t become complacent in the mundane 9-5 if that’s not what you really want.
You won’t get this time back. Your 20’s are a time of selfishness and discovery. You need to exhaust every outlet, you need to push every button and open every door imaginable to make your life the one you want to be living. I’m not saying 30 is too late, I’m not even saying that 50 is too late but you have youth on your side right now and with that comes impenetrable optimism.
Don’t spend the rest of your life figuring out what you love, do it now, and spend the rest of your life enjoying it.
Melissa Copelton | News cult