What Should I Do With My Life?

Bamafan77 writes "FastCompany's website has an interesting article about what it means to be successful that I think builds nicely upon a recent Slashdot discussion. That Slashdot thread was about a study that wanted to find out if there is a link between college rejection and success. This new article asks a more basic question that many people struggle with: what does it mean to be successful and how do I achieve it? This article is an excerpt from a new book by Po Bronson which details the personal lives of several people, many of whom are very talented and superficially successful, who switched gears to try to find that 'thing' they are impassioned about. One interesting excerpt that might particularly hit home to the Slashdot community is Bronson's tidbit about a Rockwell manager who left his job because, though it was mentally challenging, lacked a deeper level of gratification. What is this man doing now? He's a cop in East LA."

Comments

*p00f*

[Anonymous Coward]

Congratulations!

You are phenyl tetrachloride!

Re:*p00f*

[tomhudson]

Dry cleaning fluid is carbon tetrachloride. Not just any old phenyl group will help Lady McBeth get that damn ole spot out. (reference to that old joke - What did lady McBeth say to her dog? Out, out, damn Spot!

I know where the money is

[Spencerian]

Well, I was selling death sticks and making a handsome profit until some Jedi told me to go home and rethink my life...

So, maybe I'll become something less profitable, like a sysadmin...

Re:I know where the money is

[slothdog]

I'm guessing the sysadmin job will be more hazardous to your health in the long run....

I prefer Conan the Barbarian

[TopShelf]

"To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women..."

Now there's a philosopher-king!

Re:I know what I'd like

[nigelthellama]

Solvent? When I'm old, I'd be happy to be continent!

Happiness from a sysadmin

[ACK!!]

I dream of big machines.

I dream of big machines multi-processor server beasts.

I fall asleep to the soothing whirr of RAID arrays grinding in the background.

Endless lines of monotous code fill my head as I down one too many Jolts with the coffee cup still on my desk.

I hold onto the mouse like a lifeline because it is.

This is what I always wanted. This is what I got.

I am not afraid.