*warning: self-indulgence ahead*

There aren’t many feelings worse than realizing that you’ve been completely misguided, that you’ve but a lot of concerted effort into something and it turned out to be a complete and utter waste of time.

Driving home from work today, I had this overwhelming feeling that I have been putting a lot of time into something that was really nothing. It isn’t a feeling regarding everything; I’m a firm believer in the principle that working tirelessly at what you love will (ultimately) bring you happiness and success.

The principle holds true in my life thus far: friendships, family, dance, writing, my jobs, etc. But recently I’ve found a few holes, a few blind spots that don’t necessarily make me doubt my principle so much as deeply frustrate me because they are such unforeseen exceptions. Entropy and chaos can be wonderful and disturbing; I hate to see good work punished as much as I love spontaneity. 

But oh well, tomorrow is another day, right? Smiles times ahead.