Don’t knock opportunity

Due to (ahem) vari­ous events, con­ver­sa­tions over the past couple of days seem to have revolved around people ask­ing each other what they want to do or what they’re going to do. Inev­it­ably, after every­one else has had their say, the query­ing faces turn towards me.

So what are you think­ing of doing?”

At this point there’s a brief pause whilst I men­tally add three more words to the end of the ques­tion. You see, I firmly believe that these three vitally import­ant words are implied; it’s just that we’re all too polite to say them out loud.

So what are you think­ing of doing … with your life?”

Another pause.

I have no idea. No idea at all.”

In most cases, this reply is greeted by blank stares.

It’s a curi­ous reply too, because it calms me, scares me, angers, depresses and excites me in equal meas­ure. That’s quite a feat for an eight-word answer.

The con­ver­sa­tion turns to other top­ics, but by that point I’ve drif­ted off into my own thoughts. Some­where, in the corner of my mind, my sub­con­scious is repeatedly hit­ting me round the head with a tea­t­ray over the fact that I don’t appear to have any firm idea about what I want to do, or even what I should be doing.

I think I find it all too easy to be over­whelmed by the options. That’s my prob­lem. Maybe I just want someone to tell me what to do. Oh yes, that would be easy. Please just absolve me of any respons­ib­il­ity. The cau­tious side of me would def­in­itely approve.

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