525,600 minutes

How do you measure a year in the life?

Rent has always been my favorite musical. Not only because it poses the right existential questions that each of us must ask ourselves, but also because it offers the answers too.

Recently, Thea and I had this conversation. It was about what we were living for. She lives to help lunatics. Maybe that's why we get along so well. I told her I wasn't really living for anything, other than myself.  Chasing things that somehow made sense, but I wasn't prepared to embrace.

Like last Friday. I interviewed for this sales job, that I (quite frankly) have little interest in. But it makes sense from a career perspective. More responsibility, more money. Hey, what's there to not like? I told her about it. I am fairly certain I might receive an offer sometime this week.

She also knows of my keen interest in social ventures and citizenship type work and the difficulty I have had in breaking into that area. Why don't you go do what you want? Just quit your job and follow your passion.

Not that I haven't thought of it. The very idea is so liberating to say the least. 525,600 minutes of pure bliss, generated by the pursuit of my passion for helping people in any which way I can.

Like a friend, who left the company and went to work for the Obama campaign, maybe, I need to break away to find that satisfaction that I often find myself looking for.

525,600 minutes; each spent doing meaningful work. Now that lights my candle!!!