When I was a young kid, I remember that we used to ask each other "what's your favourite color?" a lot. At the time, this question used to panic me. I mean, red's pretty neat, but then so's blue. Yellow's nice, and so on. It's only with the benefit of hindsight that one sees that it's an artificially narrow question. A child would make that mistake, but not an adult, right?
Well, that's how I see the "do what you love," argument manifesting here. The things that define your true passions aren't going to be the dreams that you dreamed as a child, or as a teenager. You are always developing as an individual, and the things that you love are capable of redefining themselves. One thing that I hear time and time again is that "X" is fun until you have to do it for a living; that's not doing what you love, that's clinging to a bad mistake. You can do what you love by finding something you enjoy and by applying love, there's no mystical "true love" of careers that is imposed from on high.
Hmm, what I just wrote was properly glib, wasn't it?
Well, that's how I see the "do what you love," argument manifesting here. The things that define your true passions aren't going to be the dreams that you dreamed as a child, or as a teenager. You are always developing as an individual, and the things that you love are capable of redefining themselves. One thing that I hear time and time again is that "X" is fun until you have to do it for a living; that's not doing what you love, that's clinging to a bad mistake. You can do what you love by finding something you enjoy and by applying love, there's no mystical "true love" of careers that is imposed from on high.
Hmm, what I just wrote was properly glib, wasn't it?