Behold the difference between someone who knows what makes them happy verses the person who is told what is supposed to make them happy.
Not necessarily. I was thinking about this the other day. My kid is in another state getting their PhD, and they messaged me saying there was a firefighting C130 down the street from them, and they couldn’t go see it because they were working. They were seriously upset. I asked if their boss would let them take a break and make up time, so they asked and were told yes. Not long after, I got a mess of plane pics with very excited commentary. They were so happy.
So my kid was like this guy with his bat pops, and I was happy for them for sure, but I was reflecting that there isn’t much that’s ever made me feel that way. I’m huge on people pursuing what makes them happy, and would have no trouble doing that myself, but nothing makes me that happy. I do envy folks who have stuff like that.
Perhaps you just need to find your thing?
At some point you realize you’ve sacrificed your “thing” to survive and you just shrug and try to remember what it was. eh.