I’ve always wanted to have a “thing”. One interest that would be my lifelong passion. Something that could be an identifying characteristic. It would be comforting to be able to not have to worry about what to read, because I could always default to my favorite author. To have one band or singer that I never got tired of, and could put on without having to think about my options. A specific movie, or an actor to idolize, to watch over and over again.
Then I see what happens when that sort of logic is applied to politics, or religion, or even some corners of pop culture. It makes me happy to be a curious and open-minded generalist. I’d rather wrestle with the paradox of choice than walk through life thinking that all of the big questions have been settled now and forever more.
“Obviously, a rigid, blinkered, absolutist world view is the easiest to keep hold of, whereas the fluid, uncertain, metamorphic picture I’ve always carried about is rather more vulnerable. Yet I must cling with all my might to … my own soul; must hold on to its mischievous, iconoclastic, out-of-step clown-instincts, no matter how great the storm. And if that plunges me into contradiction and paradox, so be it; I’ve lived in that messy ocean all my life. I’ve fished in it for my art. This turbulent sea was the sea outside my bedroom window in Bombay. It is the sea by which I was born, and which I carry within me wherever I go.”
Salman Rushdie, quoted from N. Strossen in ACADEME: Jan/Feb 1993
Some people think that I have a “thing”, based on what I do for a living. I don’t. That is one of many interests that I have. There are a few folks that hold that against me, thinking that in order to create in my publishing niche it should be my sole, driving passion in life. I say the world is too big and filled with wonders to limit yourself like that. Especially as a creator.