Happy

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.