I Left Business School...

 
 

I left university after my first year at business school. No it wasn’t too challenging, no I wasn't failing, no it wasn’t because of undesirable job prospects. I left university after one year along the path to prosperity. I was getting straight A’s in all my courses, the professors all loved me, I had presented in front of the dean, I was doing pretty well along this path to so called happiness. In four years I would graduate with a Bachelors of Commerce from one of the most resepcted Business Schools in the country, and I would find a stable well paying job, and be more or less set for life. I would live the rest of my life climbing the corporate ladder, immersed in the world of commerce and competition... But I had to be honest with myself. Did I want that? NO. Did that life appeal to me? NO. Would that make me happy? NO. So should I keep following that path? NO. And I say all this not to boast about my intellectual capabilities, but to illustrate that sometimes what you’re good at isn’t what you want, and isn’t what makes you happy. And conversely what makes you happy may be something that you’re awful at, and not naturally gifted at whatsoever. I feel like that’s been the story and theme of my life. Science always came easily to me. I excelled at Chem, physics, and bio. Because of that, others pushed and encouraged me to go into medicine. I mean, why not? If you have the intellectual aptitude for it why wouldn’t you? It’s great pay, highly respected by society, and gives you an applaudable and easy answer to the question: “what do you do” when you’re at cocktail parties. Well I’ll tell you why not, because I hated it. I had absolutely no desire to spend the next decade of my life in school, and then the next few decades after in doors in a hospital or in a clinic. I’ll tell you why not, because talking about organic chemistry bored the living shit out of me. I’ll tell you why not, because that didn’t make me happy. Now on the flip side, growing up I absolutely loved dance. And although I always worked incredibly hard, and had a passion for it, I was always at a slight disadvantage because of my flat feet. Trying to get onto your Bloch in pointe is just slightly more difficult when you have a non-existent arch. But regardless of that I still danced for 13 years of my life because I loved it, and it made me feel alive. My life right now is another example. I excelled in university and was “good” at it, but it didn’t make me happy. Now filming, writing, travelling, biking, and so on are things that I do love. But I’m not exactly talented at them. They require a lot more effort and a lot more work than going to university did, but I love them oh so much so it’s more than worth it. I think that the message I’m trying to relay in this jumble of text is that, you’re not always going to be good at what you love, and you’re not always going to love what you’re good at. Society makes you think that if you do find what you’re talented at, and it fits with what they deem is acceptable then GO WITH IT. If you hate it, suck it up. If it bores you, boo hoo. If you have a passion for something else, too bad. You’ve found your lot in life, now stick with it. But NO, ignore them. Please, don’t let the lure of a safe mediocre life lure you away from pursuing what makes your heart skip a beat and gets you out of bed everyday. Even if market trends aren’t in your favor, even if those in your life don’t support you, even if what you love doing isn’t a career I say follow it. Do it.