There is something inside you that moves.
Not your legs, not your hands. Something deeper. A pull toward certain things and away from others. A feeling that says yes, give me more of this, and another that says no, not this, not for me.
Most people spend their whole life not paying attention to that feeling. They follow the obvious path. Study hard. Get a good job. Be responsible. And these things are not wrong. But you can follow all of them perfectly and still feel like something is missing, like you are running someone else’s race.
That feeling has a name. It is passion. Not the dramatic kind that looks good in films. The quiet kind. The thing that makes you forget to check the time. The subject you keep returning to even when nobody asks you to. The activity that leaves you tired and satisfied at the same time, rather than just tired.
Passion is not something you find by looking for it. It is something you notice by paying attention to yourself. What makes you lean forward? What makes you lose track of an afternoon?
Those are practical questions.
People who know their own engine are the ones who can choose their direction,
Once you know what moves you, you can decide. Sometimes you push in that direction. Sometimes, you go against it for a while. But the key word is decide.
You choose. Not by accident.
Pay attention to what moves you.
It will tell you more about yourself than any exam result ever will.
With love, Dad
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