Once you’ve improved yourself, you’ll be in a better position to improve the world around you.
There’s a YouTuber called Mr. Beast. My boys love him. A lot of his videos are dumb, but they’re popular and make him a lot of money. Does a lot of that money go to dumb things? Sure. But he’s also very generous.
In one video he bought a bunch of cars and opened a car dealership. He sold the cars to people in need for ridiculously low prices. In one case he gave someone money and a car. He also started #TeamTrees with YouTuber Mark Rober and raised money to plant 20,000,000 trees.
I still think a lot of his videos are dumb. So what? He’s a great example of what good people can do when they have money.
Money’s not the only way to help people, though.
Improve your spirituality, and lift the people around you that way.
Become a personal trainer or a dietician and help people be healthier.
Become a therapist and help people with emotional issues.
Join a club like Toastmasters and work on your public speaking skills.
Start a blog.
Start a YouTube channel.
Make cool things and sell them online. Or share them for free, if you want.
There are so many ways to improve yourself. The first step is to look for something that interests you and work at getting better at it.
I’m finally figuring out how to support myself and my kids doing things I love.
And it doesn’t involve getting a J.O.B. Just Over Broke. Building someone else’s dream. Working forty hours a week. Having someone else dictate my schedule. Barely having any time and energy left to do what I want.
Getting a job is one of many things our society tells us is “normal.”
Our society is sick, and getting sicker.
Don’t listen to them.
It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
Heavenly Father didn’t give you a unique set of talents and abilities so you could be like everyone else. Stop suppressing the things that make you unique.
In high school I had to take a “Careers” class. I only remember two things from that class:
We watched a video on sexual harassment one day. The video warned about giving “meaningful looks.” What the heck are “meaningful looks?” I was a teenage boy. And now I was terrified of being sued for looking at the girls around me.
Another day we took an aptitude test. My results said I should be an artist. No way. I couldn’t make money as an artist. I enjoyed writing and drawing, but I didn’t think I could support a family doing those things.
I went to college to be an engineer. That didn’t last long. Before long I was just taking the classes that sounded fun. I only went when I felt like it. My grades suffered.
I got a letter from the college. They told me to take a term off to think about my life. Then I could ask to come back.
I wasn’t going to beg to come back. Forget that!
I got a call center job. I hated it, but the money was okay. I spent the next few years bouncing from one call center job to another.
Five years later I went back to school to learn Japanese. I decided to take some other fun classes while I was at it. After a year I started getting more serious. It didn’t take long to burn out after that.
Years later I was out of work. By then I’d gotten married. I had a son. I applied at the call centers I’d worked at before. They never got back to me. I didn’t have any other experience.
My wife said I should go back to school. I’d been wanting to for a while. I majored in Computer Science. I was excited at first, but my heart wasn’t in it for long.
My grades went downhill. My adviser told me I’d have to change majors.
I left school instead. I applied to an online university. They wanted me to get a computer certification before enrolling.
I started studying for the certification tests. I couldn’t focus. I was so bored.
I went to college for six-and-a-half years. I have zero degrees. There were some fun and interesting parts, but mostly it was a waste of my time. And not just because I didn’t get that parchment.
I worked in call centers for a few more years. My last job laid me off. A few months later I was separated and living in my mom’s basement.
I’ve spent twenty years pursuing things I thought would make me money, and making myself miserable. I’d say it was a waste, but at least I’ve learned something from it: