"do what you love"

At what point, does one allow practicality to be beaten by passion?
At what point, is enough... enough?
At what point, does one know if they made the right decision?
At what point, does one know if it was all worth it?

You're right. You're right. He's right. She's right. They're right.

Do what you love, they say.
Don't take on too much, they say.
Delegate, they say.
Set your priorities straight, they say.

But what do I say?

edit: I say, Let Go and Let God.

1 comment:

  1. I'd just like to take this time to (perhaps cheesily?) say that, despite your being younger than me, I have looked UP to you. I compare me at your age to you, and I there's really no comparison. You're strong.

    You're trying your best-- I know it. There's never really a time when you're not. But don't ever forget that you're human. I'm not saying slow down, and I'm not saying hurry up. I'm not saying dream less or dream more. The way you dream is just right. The way you strive is perfect.

    This shit is an obstacle you will overcome, I swear it. The answer doesn't seem obvious yet, and believe me when I say that I understand your desperation for an answer-- but relax, and it will come to you. I promise.

    Run away for awhile. Leave your shit at home for two hours, grab a gingerbread latte and a Nylon magazine. Force yourself to. Force yourself to pretend it's August 22nd, or December 27th. One of those limbo days where you don't know what to do because there's too much you can do, and not enough you can do simultaneously.

    Let yourself breathe, let yourself go, and things might just rush to you, making sense.

    I believe in you, Camel. I really, really do.

    - j