Sometimes I wonder why we do what me do. The motive and motivation? Why we fight, envy and kill?What makes your heart sings? What if money didn't really matter? What makes you happy? How do you like to spend your life? What do you desire? What if money was no object? What would you like to do if money were no object? Where will you go? What carer will you pursue?
All of us have dreams and ideas we really desire to achieve. Take moment and do this: have an inventory of your dreams, the things you truly desire to do and have; note them down, be very specific with details. Think through them and ask yourself why you desire those things, search deep within for answers.
You know often times we pursue careers that are not truly in line with our heartbeats, having audio not synchronizing with our video. Be inspired to go after your dreams. Do not die with your music unsung.
Think about this:
“Because children grow up, we think a child's purpose is to grow up. But a child's purpose is to be a child. Nature doesn't disdain what lives only for a day. It pours the whole of itself into the each moment. We don't value the lily less for not being made of flint and built to last. Life's bounty is in its flow, later is too late. Where is the song when it's been sung? The dance when it's been danced? It's only we humans who want to own the future, too. We persuade ourselves that the universe is modestly employed in unfolding our destination. We note the haphazard chaos of history by the day, by the hour, but there is something wrong with the picture. Where is the unity, the meaning, of nature's highest creation? Surely those millions of little streams of accident and wilfulness have their correction in the vast underground river which, without a doubt, is carrying us to the place where we're expected! But there is no such place, that's why it's called utopia. The death of a child has no more meaning than the death of armies, of nations. Was the child happy while he lived? That is a proper question, the only question. If we can't arrange our own happiness, it's a conceit beyond vulgarity to arrange the happiness of those who come after us.”
― Tom Stoppard, The Coast of Utopia
I came across this video and I believe it's worth watching; be inspired!