Who knows better- destiny or me?
We are like literally bugged following this enormous alone me time gifted to us by the pandemic, as to what is it that I seek? As a species, honestly, I don't believe we can all have genuinely different answers. Are we all really as different as we are in our own heads? Just ponder, who doesn't wish to be happy, successful, or loved? Aren't these are major concerns? Obviously, the people who are fortunate enough to read and intellectually try to process it are way beyond the food, shelter, and clothing category, hence our seeking is now above this. It has come down to abstract/absurd feelings of job love, environment love, and accepting ourselves just as we are. I have a different take to hard work or passion to achieve your dream job, I feel we are all assigned a task by the divine. Remember how you never wanted to be a doctor but you wound up being one? How you always hated history but now a die-hard fan? Or maybe how you never use what you learned in your course at all!...