I just read somewhere that in lieu of birth certificates, babies are now being given gmail addresses and podcasts when they’re born.
Just joking. I didn’t read that anywhere. But it doesn’t sound that ridiculous. It’s never too soon to start on something, and you might as well begin from day 1. I’m sure this is not a distant reality.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot because, like every other person on Earth, I’m considering starting a podcast. In fact, I might be the only person left on Earth who doesn’t already have one.
As I mull it over, the question I keep asking myself is this:
What’s the point?
I’m sure I’m not the only one who has more articles bookmarked, more books on their Kindle, more playlists saved in Spotify and more movies in their Netflix queue than they’ll ever be able to consume in their lifetime.
So does anyone really need another thing to listen to?
I don’t know the answer to that question, and that’s probably the reason for my apprehension. I presume that these days, when it’s easier to just hop onto a computer and find whatever you want, it’s also easy to get terribly lazy. Somebody’s always creating, even if it’s not you. And we’ve all had an a-ha moment, googled it, and found out we’re hopelessly too late.
But still, you probably have something to say, something to contribute, something you want to offer the world. That’s the reason why creators do what they do, ultimately. Even the largest companies, deep within their walls, beyond all the corporate jargon, expense reports and other silly bullshit, have people working there that are profoundly concerned with making things that are impactful. People make things because they want to matter.
And it’s very difficult to matter now, because there is innovation and creation everywhere you turn. Your million dollar idea is old two minutes after you thought about it. Ten minutes after that, someone already has a prototype. Twenty minutes later, it’s on the market. An hour? It’s gone viral.
This is what we’re up against. So, again, I come back to the question— what is the point? Maybe there is no point. Maybe it’s not worth doing anything. Maybe we should all just sit on our asses and watch the world pass us by, happily gorging ourselves on what other people are doing, never finding it within ourselves to do something wholly original, unique and deeply meaningful.
Or, maybe the point is the act of doing itself, and not whether the doing actually matters to anyone but you. But that’s a scary thought, the one that keeps many of us up at night. It’s that thing, buried deep in your soul, that questioning, that incompleteness, that feeling, that feeling that nobody will ever recognize us for who we really are and the things we gave the world. It’s that feeling, that terrible feeling, that maybe we’ll leave this earth without having ever really mattered at all.
The point may be exactly that.