“What are you going to do with your life?” In one way or another it seemed that people had been asking her this forever; teachers, her parents, friends at three in the morning, but the question had never seemed this pressing and still she was no nearer an answer… “Live each day as if it’s your last’, that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? It just wasn’t practical. Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make a difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever had the chance.”
― David Nicholls, One Day
A question was posed to me the other day: “Which would you choose: more money or more time?” Not really a fair question, I admit, without context or extenuating circumstances. But in our little room on that sunny afternoon, we sat and considered for a bit. “More money,” my roommate answered almost right away, “I would travel.” I nodded. I would too, if I had money.
A lot of life can be made more comfortable with money, perhaps. There’s a level of security with the prospect of money that could bolster your dreams, depending on what they are. But money is not everything, and in the back of my mind, I contemplated the idea of time. More time. Time to reflect and to wonder, to ponder my options, to go back and fall in love with a boy who wouldn’t break my heart. Time to try everything, to take that poetry class, change my major, attend that public health lecture, watch that movie, see that sunset.
One could argue that most of those things listed cost money. It’s true. They do. It’s too bad that we cannot choose both, that we have to make decisions. Sometimes this is for the better. Sometimes we have to make a hard decision and stick with it. The important thing is to decide, to jump off the cliff (with some scaffolding built beneath, in preparation for the fall). Maybe we’ll find our wings and fly, but maybe we’ll fall too, and if, in finding that the wrong choice was made, I hope that the courage exists within to start over again.
And so, for my mission statement, I have just this for now: to be a part of something that gives me purpose and helps others in some way. There are so many dreams to have in this life and in this world, and I’d like to make the most of my time – with the people that I care deeply for, with a career that I feel passionate about. Whether this is through music, or in another area, I hope that I might be able to make a difference in someone’s life with the work that I do.