I… I wasn’t sure where to post this, here or the “emotions” thread. But I feel like… I feel like this is a dilemma that only writers and creatives can understand.
I went to my relative’s house today, and one of my cousins, who’s financially well-off, was telling me that it’s a waste that I don’t have any higher aspirations. That I don’t continue my studies.
I told him that I’m generally content with my position right now, and that while I’m looking for an alternative job, it’s more due to emotional reasons than financial. Yes, getting more money would be wonderful, I mean, who wouldn’t want that? But I’m quite alright with the pay I’m getting. After all, I have plenty of time for my hobbies, and meeting friends and family, which is really all I want in life. Right now, anyway.
He told me something along the lines of this: “See, that’s the issue. You’re thinking all about ‘I, I, I’. But you need to think about ‘we’ instead. You have the intelligence to go far in your studies, and in our meritocratic country, papers are what matter. You could exploit the system, get a high ranking job, and help so much more people that way. Why don’t you?”
I went home, and immediately was filled with such… despair. Am I really… just wasting my time? Am I being frivolous? My writing, my art, my hobbies, am I wasting time doing them right now when I could be using it to climb higher and be someone? Am I really being selfish?
It’s not like I hate studying. I love learning. I just hate the fact I need to spend four years doing it, at the cost of other things.
Sometimes I feel like I have so little time in my life to do all that I want to do. And it feels like that point in an RPG where you’re forced to spend your skill points on one thing or another, but at the cost of locking your build. Do you minmax? Do you spread your points out and be a jack of all trades, but at the expense of being great at something? Do you cater to a certain playstyle, even though you hate it, simply because it’s the most effective at completing the game?
His words struck me deeply. I’m paralyzed with indecision. In my heart of hearts, I know that stories matter. But a small voice keeps nagging at me that maybe I should be… helping people in some other way. Because the world needs it.
Ugh.