I turned 24.
When I was young, I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I grow up. Whenever grown-ups asked me this question, I’d always feel so embarrassed to answer it, because I’d know I’m lying to myself and to them, whenever I say “I want to become a doctor”, or “I want to be a pilot”.
The only thing that I knew at that time is that I had the amazing capacity to keep my head down and work my face-off to get good grades and see my parents’ faces lit with joy.
Guess what? I still haven’t figured out what I want to do at 24. But, is it a bad thing? Is it a bad thing to keep exploring and never settle, when the timing is right?
The only constant I kept all of these years is my part of the bargain with destiny; which is hustle. I will work my a**-off to achieve whatever I think is “right” for me at a certain moment in my trajectory of life.
I will commit to that “thing” until it no longer serves me or fulfils me as human.
I’m 24 and I still haven’t figured shit out. But something changed from the 12 year-old me. I am no longer scared of the future. I trust myself with the capacity to bounce back whatever might happen. I commit to exploring, to always be looking for what feeds my soul.
I will not do anything just to please others, I literally have 90 years to live at best. Now, I have 66.
This is just a quick message to all of my friends out there who are still in high-school or college and don’t know what to do. It’s OK not to know what you want.
Life is literally a huge testing pool, keep exploring, keep testing, keep learning until you find the thing that’ll become your oxygen. But, please, don’t suffocate under people’s opinions before finding it.
Keep your head up and trust your capacity to keep your heard down and work.