On my run today through beautiful Torrey Pines and Del Mar, California, I thought about finding talents.
Ever wonder if you’ll ever find out before you die what your real talent is? How are we supposed to find it? Does fate really exist and, if so, does it lead us to the endeavors we’re supposed to pursue? How do I know that I couldn’t be the next great pianist, or photographer, or Olympic archer? With so many endeavors to pursue, what made me do what I do and why don’t I do something else that I might be better at? What makes you do what you do?
I’ve been pondering these questions lately.
If you read my blog or if you really know me, you know I’m not much of a believer in fate or that everything happens for a reason. I believe in choices. Although I believe in God, I don’t believe that He or She is up there pulling strings like we are His or Her marionettes, or moving us all around the world like human chess pieces. We have the power of choice in our lives.
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But there must be something going on, because how else does anyone find his or her true talents? How did Michael Phelps discover that he was a good swimmer or Beethoven a good composer?
I often struggle with this. Despite whatever accomplishments and talents I may have, I wonder if there isn’t something else out there that I could be good at. Really good at.
But I continue on the path I’m on, like most of us tend to do, because it’s easier than trying something new. Do I take up the violin at age 43?
Life is too short to try everything and to do it all for long enough to see if we become really good at it. So we have to leave a lot up to chance. And hope that we become interested in something at which we can be successful.
Just in case, I hope my marionette strings don’t break.