“I enjoy painting. So I paint” is simply a choice.
“Since I keep painting, I have grown much better at it” is a possible result.
“But I enjoy painting anyway. So I paint” is still a choice.
Now…
“What’s the use of being good at painting, if I wont do it regularly and monetize it?” That’s just the voice of capitalism.
It doesn’t stop there. It has deeper ramifications. Now monetizing becomes a precondition for doing. That painter who became a millionaire, the other who now makes millions online…
“Whats the use of being good at painting, if I wont do it regularly and monetize it?” which implies…
“If I cannot monetize it, whats the use of being good at it?” which implies…
“If there is no use being good at it, why try to be good at it?” which implies…
“If I don’t want to be good at it, why even do it” which implies…
“If I won’t do it anyway, how does loving it matter?” which implies…
“Loving is not enough. It needs to be worth loving”
So we stop loving. And start waiting.
And then we wonder…
“Why am I not passionate about anything?”
Must be capitalism’s fault.
What if we just did it because we enjoy it, regardless we are good at it, bad at it, whether it can be monetized, not monetized, whether it can be turned into a startup?
