Syd Field wrote a fantastic book on screenplay writing in which he says that after the death of his parents, he graduated high school and took a year off to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. At the end of the year he drove past a couple of mountains he had already driven past earlier in the year and it struck him suddenly: "Until I know where I'm going, I'm going nowhere."
And so he says, "Begin with the end in mind. There are a million ways to get where you're going but you've got to know where you're headed before you even begin."
Now, I know he was referring to screenplay writing, but he was also talking about life. And I contemplated this for a long while.
Where was I headed? What did I want? What is my end goal?
I think that we ENFPs can get stuck in the realm of possibilities. I know for me it has been rough. I'm interested in so many things. But first and foremost I want to help people.
If you feel this way, too, consider this: It doesn't matter what you do. If you are a working part of society and you do it with a strong set of ethics and are genuinely happy, you will help people.
If you are a great auto mechanic and love your job, your repairs help people get places, your smile could brighten someone's day. If you are a good person, it doesn't matter what you do, as long as you are doing your job, doing it well, interacting with people with a positive attitude and with empathy, you are helping people.
And so I finally figured it out tonight. What I selfishly want to do, a career where I will be rewarded for being the best at what I possibly can be.
In essence, I have finally discovered the end in mind.
Now, I can finally begin.
Briefly I want to say that my mother is a librarian. She is an introverted, quiet, INFJ, who hasn't got an assertive bone in her body. Meanwhile, I am the extraverted, loud, obnoxious, ADD, joke-cracking, people loving, expressive, ENFP who clashes with her like an elephant in her china cabinet.
And, I think I see where I do fit. It's where elephants go. Yeah, elephants are endangered, but it's better than being uncomfortably stuffed in a china cabinet.
Oh, I haven't said my end.
But I'm not sure I'm supposed to tell. Like a birthday wish, some things are better left unsaid.