An interviewer asks me, “What do I want to do in life?”

This question has always felt like a quiet weight. One that shows up uninvited and just… sits there.

“What do I want to do in life?”

It sounds like something I should have a clear, confident answer to by now. But most of the time, I don’t.

I’ve spent a lot of time comparing myself to other people. Wondering if I’m behind, if I missed something somewhere, if everyone else has figured something out that I haven’t. I question my choices, my path, and whether I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing.

But maybe that’s the point.

Maybe there isn’t one clean, perfect answer.

Maybe it’s not about arriving at a single destination, but about how you move through everything in between.

“Going with the flow” sounds cliché, I know. But to me, it doesn’t mean drifting without direction. It means making intentional choices, while still allowing space for life to surprise you.

So, what do I want to do in life?

I want to live. Fully.

Not in the sense of ticking off achievements or chasing milestones just because I’m supposed to. But in the smaller, quieter ways.

Reading something that stays with me. Having conversations that make me think. Pausing long enough to actually notice where I am. I don’t have everything figured out. I don’t know exactly where I’m headed.

But I do know that I want to be present for it.

And maybe that’s enough.

And as Sylvia Plath put it,

“I can never read all the books i want; i can never be all the people i want and live all the lives i want. I can never train myself in all the skills i want. And what do i want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And i am horribly limited.”