decide what I want to do with my life

I’ve always been told I had good work ethic. That whatever I’m told to do, I do it. I put my effort behind it and get it done. Most are tangible jobs that I don’t have to think about doing, and I just do it. The problem with this is that it lacks much passion. It creates a sense of purpose but doesn’t fulfill my desires. The problem with this is that I have no idea what those might be. I’ve talked with career consolers, I’ve studied different things yet I still haven’t the slightest idea as to what interests me. The frustration is innate. And the sense of self-worth I feel tends to falter. Why must everyone have this illusion that we should all know exactly what we want to do with our lives? That without it we’re not sensible or intelligent? That our lives aren’t worth the same as those that do? Life isn’t meant to be planned. Sure we might have a path, but whose to say we should stay on it? In fact, life will do everything in it’s power to knock us from this place. But whose to say that’s a bad thing? It’s not an easy thing, and it might not always be a wise thing, but it sure as hell is life’s thing. If we follow the paths that we have planned, we will met our goals. Does that mean our original goals? No. Of course not. Exploration is the key, and your path is nothing but a nod in the general direction. The only question left is where to start.