When lost, it often makes sense to ask for directions. Might be a road trip to a new destination, or a decision with potential life-long implications. Then we either trust or reject the information and take action… maybe.
Direction is dependent on decisiveness, or the lack thereof. Do we ride the wind, or adjust our sails and head for a specific destination? What drives who we are is in large part dependent on where we’re heading.
Being of greater sage, er, beyond middle aged, I remember how most of my “wisdom” was accessible via live human interaction, not those hiding behind social media accounts. Music got in my head and lit up dreams, while my innate capabilities and likes drove me to chase what I at least thought I wanted to do.
I was free, sometimes too free. Then direction became driven by circumstance. Maybe I gave in to conformity by giving up full-time music and going into technology so I could feed my family. On the flip-side, I’ve been able to do so much more than just sustain us, but give freely and not miss the money, helping both family members and strangers.
Either way, I made a decision, which took me in directions I might otherwise not have gone. What’s more, almost daily, I face decisions that impact direction, even if only for a degree of variance. Sometimes my decisions are based on heart and gut, others on head knowledge or at least perception thereof.
While I don’t want my kids (perhaps more generally, our youth and 20-something’s) to feel like they have to find a career path and become robots, they have to understand it’s their responsibility to feed themselves and not freeload off the government. Sure, this is a tough balance for those with artistic gifts, budding entrepreneurs, the non-conformists.
Maybe it’s a half-glass empty viewpoint, but I see too many followers vs. leaders in those who are under the age of 40 (eery coincidence one follows accounts on social media?). “Original” thought is all too often just an echo of something said by someone with 10K followers. Tradition and fundamental logic kicked to the curb by “progressive” mindsets and the media, all very neatly tucked into the our liberal government’s hip pocket.
I’ll be cold and damp, buried in darkness before the implosion fully occurs, generations in monumental ruin. I can only pray for redirection of the ingenuity and passion our youthful generations possess into an understanding that this world is never going to be perfect. Idealism is a fantasy that can be part of reality only if we seek to achieve practical outcomes. How can protest lead to change if those in the movement don’t become public servants (i.e., politicians, police and community leaders) and drive foundational shifts?
One can either plot a course and take action, as a people or individuals, or, be subject to direction that may not be in the best interest of the people. It’s your life, decide on your direction — and go.