Maybe I’ll Figure It Out Someday, But Until Then…

Let’s start with passion.
Do any of you wake up every morning with fire in your belly for something—so strong that you live for it, dream of it, breathe it, study for it, and proudly call it your purpose?

Well, in my case, I don’t even know what I’m up to in life.

How does one become so sure about their passion? How do you know this is it? Because if someone asks me what I want—I honestly have no answer. And the truth is, I haven’t had one for a long time.

I studied Math. Then Biology. Then Engineering. Now I work in Sales. And I’m pursuing an MBA.

Sounds confusing? Chaotic? Directionless? Maybe.
But to me—it’s just life. Unfiltered. Unplanned. Unfolding.

Most of my journey so far has looked like this:
“They said, so I did.”
Society, family, expectations—they all had a plan for me. I just followed along.

I scroll through social media, and I see my peers with picture-perfect timelines:
Graduation by 22. Relationship by 25. Marriage by 27. Kids by 30.
And me? Still figuring out what day it is.

It makes me wonder:
Is something wrong with me? Or am I just... different?

I do want big things. I want to be someone. I want to silence the doubts—especially the ones in my own head. I want to walk into a room and feel like I belong there. Like I earned it. Like I own it.

But does that make me shallow? Just another person chasing titles and paychecks?
Because truthfully, the corporate world doesn’t feel like home to me.
Yes, the salary gives me freedom. Yes, I work hard. But am I satisfied?
Not entirely.

Material things are nice—they keep you fed, they keep you dressed, and they help you sleep a little easier. But they can’t fill that space in your soul where passion should live.

Once, I used to dream. I still do.
Even if I don’t know the what, I know I still want to fly.

So here’s to those of us who haven’t figured it all out.
To those who feel like they’re running on a treadmill while others are sprinting on a track.
To the quiet dreamers who question everything—including themselves.

I may not have found my “calling” yet. But I’m learning.
I’m growing.
And most importantly—I’m not giving up.

Who says you have to pick one path?
Why not try it all—MBA, MS, even a PhD someday?
What I’ve learned so far is just a spoonful in the ocean of possibilities out there.

Maybe somewhere in this endless learning, I’ll find that one thing that makes me feel like,
“This is it. This is what I was meant to do.”

And even if I don’t—maybe the journey is the point.

For now, I just want peace.
I want calm.
And I want to find joy in the tiny corners of life we often overlook.

Maybe, just maybe—I deserve that.
We all do.

So here’s to never settling.
To staying curious.
To growing into ourselves—even if it takes a lifetime.

Because home isn’t always a place.
Sometimes, it’s a feeling.
And maybe, just maybe—I’ll find mine along the way.