Did you choose to work in a job you love, or did that profession choose you, and you later grew to love it?

Did you know in your youth what profession you would pursue? Could our learning journal indicate which profession would be good for us and which we would love? ??

Read my new post and write in the comments how you feel about this topic. Perhaps there is a better way to recognize the profession we are meant for, even if we are not aware of it?

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Long ago, there was a young man who didn't like school or teachers. He wanted to become a writer because he loved reading. So, he enrolled in literature to spend his life reading and writing. Let's say that was his goal.

He finished college with a degree in literature, but he didn't have the patience for writing, and you couldn't make a living from reading. When it was time to start working, he thought he didn't have many choices, so he accepted a job like any other task: he would be a language and literature teacher. Ironically - he thought - he would do such a boring job, not particularly valuable to anyone because if the school had any function, humanity would presumably become better and wiser.

He worked like that for years, fulfilling his duties, and then he got an offer for another job: to be a bureaucrat managing education, to work with adults, sit in an office and deal with laws, regulations, and overseeing others' work with some occasional travel. The salary, of course, was higher. But the teacher declined. He realized he couldn't do without that A-HA spark in the eyes that he tried to create in his students every day. He surely wouldn't notice that spark in the perpetually tired eyes of the adults he would have to work with in the future. Of course, students sometimes tired him too, but when he saw that spark, he forgot about fatigue and left work satisfied, looking forward to a new day in the classroom and a new adventure. Maybe people can still become better and wiser - he thought now with a slight smile of optimism.

Another time, he was assigned to give a public speech in front of a large gathering of adults. He really didn't like that. He felt the tremors of standing in front of that crowd and saying something important. They would look at him with their tired eyes, and he would sink deeper. In the end, he wouldn't even finish his speech; he would leave the stage with a stone in his stomach from his failure, and they would see him off with mockery, he thought on those sleepless nights.

He couldn't bear insomnia anymore, so he decided to do it no matter what. He planned for days, all the time thinking about what important thing he could say to those people, to see that spark in their eyes like with his students. He realized why they were tired and that it could change if he found the right words. Days later, he stepped onto the stage. He looked at the audience and understood their gaze: "Please, tell us something we haven't heard, and it's important to us. This boredom and emptiness are hard for us, don't make them even harder for us."

And he began to speak with a trembling voice, looking them in the eye. Their watery looks became clearer, more focused. They started to smile in amazement, and then in satisfaction. The speech went great, and our speaker was later, sitting alone in his office, puzzled. He didn't know he could perform so well in public in front of adults and that their fatigue wasn't a necessary thing. It can change, and he's the one who can change it - he thought with a slight smile of optimism. He thought about how people want to follow him if he conveys that slight smile of optimism to them.

He asked one group if they wanted to make a learning journal with him. They said they did, and they haven't given up since. He asked another group of people if they wanted to make a game with motifs from literary works for their better understanding and exploration of their own possibilities, they said they did, and they haven't given up since.

He started to think more carefully about his tasks and drew them in his planner like acorns sown in the ground. He carefully analyzed each one and wondered if a mighty oak could sprout from that acorn. The oak tree is big and strong, just like our goals.

He realized what his calling was: to be a creative innovator who creates products that bring that spark in people's eyes and that A-HA effect.

Write in the comments how you discover your calling? Does it happen "accidentally" when the task grows into a goal, or is it the result of careful examination of your possibilities and the circumstances in which you live?