About All The Specials

Post 1077:

I’ve always had this vague notion that there are people that go to work and there are people that have callings. The corollary is a not-so-subtle implication that a calling is more important than any work or job.

            This, like many of my best theories, is ridiculous. It needs to be smashed with a hammer. Get on it, Thor. You Norse di*@

            The thing about doing any job or calling is they are all hard. Allow me to be more specific. The thing about doing any job or calling WELL is they are all extremely taxing. It’s hard to be truly good at anything.

            Most of my best friends do what the world would call “jobs.” What I’ve always tried to do is avoid jobs at any cost and follow my passions. I’m not dead from starvation and exposure, so I guess my success rate is somewhere above zero. Meanwhile, my friends, they’re doing the doctor thing or the lawyer thing or the whatever thing, contributing to society and making life out of their own two hands and the Grace of God.

            It’s possible in the midst of art and creation to get a bit bloated with your sense of self. Tamp it down. Keep it in your pants. You’re not special. Well, you are, but so is everyone else. So nobody’s special. It’s a freaking paradox I guess.

            Thank you for reading this blogpost. If you couldn’t guess, it’s me giving advice to myself—the most in need of advice person on the planet.

            I knew I was special.

            Cheers and see you after.