For most of my life, I listened to the one that told me to go study economics rather than music so I could get a real job, save up, buy a house and all that, and continue the daily grind until... Until what? Until I'm swimming in money and can buy tons of stuff I don't need? Until I hold some sort of super-important post so I can boss people around? Until my kids are all grown up and graduated from college? Hmmm, well actually that last one sounds pretty reasonable... Oh wait: I don't have any kids!
Right, so I started to heed the voice from my other shoulder, telling me that using my creativity and doing something I love was the only way I'd ever really be happy. I quit my soul-sucking job for awhile to get serious with music and tinker some more with other creations (e.g. writing, luthiery, game design, homebrewing), in the hope of one day making a living doing something more fulfilling than pushing papers.
But eventually I started wondering if maybe that was a bit vain. Lotsa folks want to make music for a living; why fight so hard for attention just so I can be one of the lucky few who can? Tho I may make great stuff, does the world really need one more musician?... I started thinking that maybe life isn't really about what *I* want to get out of it: in the end when I'm a corpse I'll lose everything anyways, so maybe it's better to think of my life not as a gift TO me, but rather a gift FROM me.
Then I finally started being happy. :)