With time I am more and more convinced that it doesn’t matter
what your work is. What you do professionally. It’s funny how much importance
was given to your career when you were growing up. Your education choices were
based on your career choices. Or vice-versa. But really, it doesn’t matter. You
will do something or the other for a living. And of course it helps if it is a
work of your liking. It helps. But it ain’t everything.
Who you are and knowing who you are and being aligned to it
is what is far more important. You will in some way or the other bring in
different sides of you into your work. Knowingly or unknowingly. Like a
creative person cannot isolate his creativity from his office work. Be it any
work. Someone with a great sense of humor will not leave his humor at home while
coming to work. My point is, that void you feel has little to do with the
nature of your work and more to do with how completely you’re living as
yourself.
I see beauty in the little things. A subtle smile when
someone greets you in the morning. Or in the ‘hello’ when you call and they’re
happy to hear your voice. In un-expected hugs, especially the long, lingering
ones. And I am so moved by magic woven into words. It’s everywhere – magic. A dancer
weaves it into his moves. A writer into words. A poet into hearts. If magician
is your tribe, then you already have the spark in you. Spin it into whatever
the hell you want and you’ll find yourself shining bright! Your happy place.
