This is going to sound strange, but it's something I've thought about for a long time. You see, I've always thought I was destined for greatness. No, not Patton-esque "destined to (insert specific accomplishment here)", just an overall absolute certainty that I will be or do something incredible and wonderful. As of late it's become something of an obsession, fueled in part, I imagine, by the underlying psychological significance of the 4 that will prefix my age come next January.
Trouble is, I don't know what to do. More specifically, I can't decide what not to do. You see, the problem is not lack of interest. Rather, it's an overabundance of it. I'm interested in everything - you name it and I'll set to learning all I can about it, sometimes to the point of being rediculous. Every direction I look there's something I could do or be. All this "want to" but not enough of me to hit every point of interest, not by a long shot. I liken it to the contestant in the money box - so much money blowing around they can't decide which one to grab. Unfortunately, the end result is that they usually don't get anything.
Therein lies the crux of my dilemma. I'm so interested in everything that I haven't really specialized in anything. It's comically maddening at times. And in the back of my mind - every waking hour of every day - this "destiny" thing sitting there like a caged animal, just pacing, biding it's time, and waiting for the moment it can spring free. Except now it's pressing agains the bars and trying to push it's way out.
Okay, that probably makes me sound slightly nuts. But, hey, who isn't at times?
Brad