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.