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It took me till I was 24 to go to college. Now I'm set with a great government job and I just have to hold the line until I can buy a house. I work to live not live to work. What am I doing with my life? Spending it caring about the people I care about.
For anyone who resonates with this comic remember two things: it's never too late and your job won't define your value.
That last line is the trick. We’ve been conditioned so hard since we were little kids about our jobs being who we are. “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
This is something I became cognizant of pretty young. Late in high school I would answer that question snidely with a “happy”—it weirdly always pissed people off. But even so, I still struggled well into my late 20s with not letting that “Im wasting my life with this job” feeing creep in. I even traveled most of my 20s and was the last panel sometimes. Feeling like just spending the money I’d saved and lying on a beach every day and partying all night and country hopping was something I should be ashamed of.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to have found a job I find interesting and fulfilling, but differentiating between finding something that challenges and engages me and defining myself by my title took a long, long time. At this point, the majority of my life. We’ve been thoroughly conditioned to not differentiate. Learning to is a revolutionary act. Fuck your capitalist value. Fuck capitalism.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
I'm 41 years old. I didn't know the answer when I was 5. I don't know the answer now.
I did have the answer when I was 5. I knew in my early 20s. Now I'm a year and change older than you and now I have no idea. It's a lot more fun this way!
I did what I was "supposed to" until about 3.5 years into college. Then I dropped out, bumbled around trying to find meaning in what jobs I managed to sporadically have, and spent time in my marriage. In my early 30s now, newly divorced, realized I fell into doing what I was supposed to again, and I'm done with it
I'm moving to another country, I'm liquidating retirement to pay for college. In some ways it feels like I've lost so much but in other ways it feels like I get a second shot at the life I want and this time I'm a lot wiser
You did what you were "supposed to" from 18-21? Brave.
I'm not really sure what you mean by this but also your numbers aren't even accurate to what I was saying?
What are we doing with our lives?
Dunno about you, but I’m waiting.
What am I doing about my death?
Damn that hits different now.
This is a good reminder that you are not your job. If you spend all of your focus on professional achievement, you'll find your personal life empty and start asking questions like this.
We're really just taking others lives.
And we are all waiting for death.
The sweet release from this fleshy prison.
You are stuck in a place where you don't fit. Go, be brave and find your place where you no longer wonder what you are doing with your life, because you will be living.
"Is what I'm doing done with life? Is perhaps a better question. As in is it with your spirit/ethos towards life.
Are you saying I should kill myself?