It’s a rainy afternoon in Toronto. I’m sitting in a coffee shop coding up a website. I wouldn’t call my self a guru or a master coder. Some friends like to refer to me that way, but often I am humbled by many others who truly love to code. But I do think their passion rubbed off on me.
I’m a artist by profession. So coding and technical stuff is as far from conventional creativity as it gets. But I enjoy the challenge. Isn’t that what life is all about? No not challenges, but enjoying the process of things.
I’ve been out of the 9-5 grind for months now. I vaguely remember how its like to drag my self up in the morning, rush to work and getting physically sick from all the emails I would get. The constant phone calls, the people who all depend on you. Now I wake up when I want, work on what I want and I get to do it where I want. Stress. There was lots of it.
Sounds great right?
Well not exactly. The downside of having freedom is motivation to get the work done. Even when no body is watching you. Even when nobody will call or get mad at your for sleeping in until noon, you need something that wakes you up.
Although it’s been months, I was very upset with my self because I woke up at 9:30, opposed to on my computer checking emails by 9. I was up to 5 am last night. But i still find a way every morning to get up, drag my self to get a coffee and then put my butt in front of my computer and get to work.
The question is what is the motivation behind my discipline? Is it Tony Robbins every morning? Is it motivational posters all over my wall? Somebody who calls and wakes me up? No, its because I’m doing what I want to do. What i enjoy doing.
Sometimes I think to my self, I was put on this earth to do this. I wish i could cure AIDS, end cancer or maybe in some way help end the worlds suffering. However, my gift is to create things.
I find something magical to bring something into existence. This computer you are on now. The keyboards you use. Even tumblr or twitter or whatever you used to find this, was created by somebody. If they did not exist. These things would not exist.
I believe there is something special about that.
We all have gifts. But too often we pursue things we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like. We become slaves to what other people think and shackled to the rules of a society that has less concern about your happiness, as it does with maintaining its status quo.
We should all follow our bliss. By that I don’t mean, sleep in, smoke pot all day, get wasted every night and live like a celeb crashing and burning. What i mean is, find where you belong. What you are born to do. Then do it.
Bliss isn’t about being comfortable or happy all the time. Follow your bliss means, to pursue what you love. Mondays will still suck. There will be days you wished you did something else, and there will still be days you wish you could’ve redone it. But the difference is, when its something you truly enjoy. Those things become speed bumps along the way. That in the end it will all be worth it. Even if it isn’t, at the very least, you can say you lived life on your own terms and by your own rules. Its better to having a crazy life and memorable stories, than have a safe life no body remembers.
I don’t know if that is enough for everybody, but it’s enough for me. My complaint isn’t that i don’t have enough free time to do my own stuff. My complaint is that I don’t have enough time to do everything I want to do.
I get to wake up everyday, thinking, this is awesome. Any time, we have things that pull us forward. It’s a good thing. Often the fears that are supposed to push your towards a goal. Often pulls you back and away.
Following your bliss may not always take you to comfort and convenience. But it will take you to a place that whatever comes up and what challenges you face it will be worth it.