So you know how you have the potential to live all the dreams? And you could even be a fire-baller-ani-sci-presi-bus-amagician-avior? And how you are a bad person because you aren’t heeding the call of destiny and living up to expectations?

Right… expectations. Fuck them. Where the fuck did all those expectations come from anyway? Family, sure. Friends, all right. Society, okay. Different people heap on new expectations about who you are and what you have to do. Still, it’s not as though you can do everything that everyone wants of you all the time. In the end, you pick and choose which expectations to fulfill and which to let slide.

Really the expectations that are up in your brain making you feel all unfulfilled are yours. You’re the one who knows your capabilities best. You’re the one who notices if you’re not doing something you know could be doing. Other people may think they know what you can and can’t do, but ultimately they’re not the ones who feel it when something is more challenging than it’s worth. Or when something comes naturally and you want to do more of it.

Why the fuck are you getting on your case? Potential. Fuck that shit.You have the potential to do lots of random things. You could climb a mountain backwards, or marry your car, or steal all the baked beans from your local market. That last one is a bad idea though. Too much beans… The question isn’t “What fantastical things could or should I do?” It’s what are the things that you are actually capable of and that you want or need to do?

Spending so much time thinking about everything that you have the potential to do is fucking exhausting. And in the end, all you feel is shitty and miserable because there are all these things that you could do but you aren’t doing them. What about all those things that you need to get to first before you go around freeing pandas? What about all the things you are already doing? Those fucking count for something. Those are you fulfilling your potential to, you know, be alive and shit.

So fuck, fuck, fuck potential. Fuck being overwhelmed by inifinite possibilities and expectations. You already have shit to do that actually matters in the here and now, and that is fucking important. If you want to get around to fulfilling some of that potential to be magical, then that’s fine, you’ll get to it. Otherwise, being alive is pretty hard as it is, and so if you can get that shit down, kudos.