Do you have to be lost to be found?
Can we start our lives with a perfect intuitive sense of what occupation will satisfy our every need? What person, when we first meet them, will be our life partner? Which item from the Taco Bell menu will be the perpetual order?
For me, no. For most people, the answer I also think is a resounding no.
I am always fascinated when people know exactly who they wanted to be when they were five years old and actually do such. Like Stuart Copeland, the drummer from The Police. Apparently he always knew his life’s passion was music. From a young age there was no other occupation that would satiate his spirit. And here he is sixty or so years beyond birth playing and composing music.
Certainly outliers like Stuart are fun to highlight and needle our own brains into exhaustive critical spirals. The inevitable self-doubting questions about our earlier pastimes and ideal vocations left in the dust.
What if you really were supposed to be a zoo keeper or a beautician? Is it too late to even try?
The answer is almost always no.
Ray Kroc and Sam Walton were in their forties or older when they respectively created empires.
Countless authors never wrote a book until in their fifties.
But that’s not much consolation. Don’t you wonder how those successful late bloomers filled their time until the turning point we can all recognize today?
Was Henry Ford just twiddling his thumbs until one day, when he was 45, the first Model T came off the production line?
No. He was out figuring his shit out. Being a crazy moralist and engineer for Edison’s company. Starting his own automobile company that failed hard. Still being a wild-eyed puritan with a work ethic like a banshee. And finally getting the shit sorted out and making something that people actually wanted. And still being a crazy moralist and probable bigot.
Regardless of certain character flaws, I think we can all respect the amount of labor his invention spared humanity. And now we all still sit in traffic because we’re addicted to that device which consumed him so passionately.
What can you create in your life that will make people all tolerate sitting unhappily in a seat for an average of 756 hours in their life?