On Purpose, Prosperity, and Student Loans

A recent song has gained a lot of popularity amongst millennials and young people. The song, titled Stressed Out by 21 Pilots, is about a life with all the stress and responsibilities that adults face but without the anticipated fulfillment.

Society has fed a lie to our new additions to the workforce, and for that matter the previous few generations as well. The lie is that fulfillment is found in following the beaten path. The school system is preparing cogs and wheels and workers and task repeaters as if the meaning of life is to go to school, get a job, pay bills, and die.

The products of the system are becoming increasingly dissatisfied, and so we see a few reactions. Many people will likely think of the occupy-whatever movements and the “Bern,” entitled and ignorant people demanding relief from the responsibility. The other side of things is a whole lot more bright and encouraging.

Going back to that song, Stressed Out, the first time I heard it I felt a deep sadness. I enjoyed the song and the clever lyrics, but the chorus stood out: “I wish I could turn back time to the good old days when the Mama would sing us to sleep when I was stressed out.” What meaning has he lost or never found which makes these days not the good ones? The ending of the song repeats a simple phrase in multiple lines: “…wake up, you need to make money.” What a pitiful life that is only purposed toward making money. No wonder he is stressed out and feeling like the good old days were when he was young.

The other side of the concept of the song is that the artist could be living a fantasy, being told by the world and society to wake up from making music and make money. In this case, he understands that fulfillment doesn’t come with making money, but rather doing what he was made to do.

“Do not ask yourself what the world needs; ask what makes you come alive, and go do that, because what the world needs is more people who have come alive.”

Howard Thurman

I am sure you aspire to prosperity. So, let me ask you, what makes you come alive? What were you made to do? Comment below.