“My Dear, find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover."
Remember when you were younger and your elders would subtly let you know that the years go by faster as you get older? The fickle laugh, the childish response in assuming that the rules of the universe do not apply to you. 20 years have passed, and sure as hell, the years are seemingly flying by with no signs of slowing down. You are now an adult. Some of us parents, homeowners, and some still living in their parent's basement. There's no right or wrong in how to be an adult, there is a right and wrong in how we should live our lives.
As we grow older, our interests come and go, fade in and out like a partially tuned radio. We try to discover ourselves, adapt to the situations we find ourselves in. We lose our childhood friends, gain new ones. Lose loved ones and find our soul mates. It's a crazy vicious cycle to finally accept you are an adult.
Hobbies and interests in one way or another shape who we are as an individual. Follow that interest with passion and eventually, you will adopt its sense of style in one way or another. If you surf, you will adopt some characteristics of what it means to be a surfer. Play the guitar you will adopt the characteristics of what it means to be a guitarist. This is inevitable and a positive shine in shaping you as an individual.
To find what you love takes a considerate amount of trying new things, connecting with them and frantically fantasising about that hobby or interest you now love. We tend to find these things out when we are younger but make no mistake you can find your true wild passion in your adult life. As time moves on and we feel the need to change its easy to drop the things that bring us joy through lack of time, feeling too old, and thinking we need to develop and mature as we continue the journey. This is one of the main flaws of being a human being.
If you have found your true passions in life, do you still continue maintaining those passions? If not, why? Are you the guitarist who now works as a bank manager, more suit that blues? The painter who only has time to tidy up the decorative spills their newborn baby has created for them? The skateboarder who feels too old and embarrassed to be seen riding one of the few things that connects them to their childhood? These are timid and easy excuses, enough to prohibit yourself from doing the things you love!
It's easy to forget what makes us simply us. Life tells us we need to adapt, prepare for the next stage in life, disconnect from our childhood passions and move forward into maturity. This is bullshit and the biggest trap in setting limitations on ourselves. The beautiful thing is that there are no limitations if you connect to a passion, hobby or interest then continue with it until it eventually kills you!
If there is one thing to take away from this article then let it be this, don't let age be the reason you stop doing the things you love. Of course, time will eventually catch up and you will have to manifest new ways around those situations but your age shouldn't define your passions, the real reason you are who you are. It's OK to be the 40-year-old banker still turning up to band practice in your friend's basement. It's OK to be the painter with a newborn baby screaming at your side. It's OK to be the skateboarder in your 30's skating in your local park. If anyone has a problem with it, it's OK to tell them to 'fuck off'.
Enjoy yourself, there is no room for second-guessing!