The advice that I give people is: the more you throw hours into something and continue to work at it, the shorter that gap becomes. And that can be very cumbersome, it can be exhausting and discouraging, but you have to trust that everyone that came before you had put in those hours. So I try to tell people to just keep throwing shit at the wall, and trying your best to make it honest, and keep it grounded in what you were first inspired by.
That advice applies to most things in life. I could dedicate my life to becoming a professional footballer, but that ship might have sailed, or it might be beyond my physical capacities. But as far as making a difference, making something creative, or telling your story, there is just a sheer amount of effort.
I think there are people that for whatever reason don’t try to find their passion or don’t have a clear sense of what fulfils them. They don’t sign up for that class, don’t take that internship and don’t do the thing that scares them. And, as a result, more people look for ulterior ways to feel important, validated and fulfilled. We have built billion-dollar industries around filling that void for people. And a lot of consumerism and capitalism is built on that desire to fill up this ‘enough-ness’. So you find yourself trying to gravitate towards status symbols, and buying shiny shit, as if that will somehow answer any questions anyone might have about you. Like, ‘Oh, don’t worry! She’s got it together because she’s driving a particular car…’ When, really, the people I’ve met that I most admire, or whose lives I most want to mirror, the sort of fulfilment and meaningfulness that they derive from their life is intrinsic, and has very little to do with externalities. They really don’t give a shit about what people think, and the only way to get there is to find peace with who you are and what you’re working towards.