Finding your True North

For a long time, whenever I felt like I was getting lost in life, I thought the solution was to find the right path. I usually do this when I didn’t feel like myself anymore or when I feel like my decisions are based from my reaction instead of choosing with intention.

So I would search. I would look through social media, research things, outsource my existential crisis and somehow, the more answers I found, the more lost I became. Knowing what other people are doing doesn’t necessarily tell you what you want to do. I think maybe the goal isn’t really to find the right path. Maybe it’s to find your own.

If you ever seen a compass, there’s a needle that spins around and points north. It’s actually pointing towards the magnetic north, a direction created by Earth’s magnetic field that shifts over time. The true North is the exact top of our planet in the north pole and it never moves.

Long ago, sailors and explorers learned that if they only trusted the compass needle they could end up going the wrong way. So they had to find other ways to find their direction. One of them was by looking up at the stars. While most of the stars seemed to move across the sky during the night, the North Star barely moved at all. That’s because it sits almost directly above the North Pole. For sailors, it was like a giant signpost in the sky that points them towards the true north.

Life can sometimes feel a lot like that wobbly compass. Friends, fear, comparison, social pressure and wanting to fit in, all of these things can pull at us and make it difficult to tell which direction is actually ours. If you filtered out all those external noise you’ll be left with what you genuinely believe. What you value and what you genuinely want. People started calling that “true north” too. Just like the real North Pole, it’s something you can look toward when you’re pulled in ten different directions and don’t know what you want anymore.

So how do you find your true north? How do you know what you really want? Having a “true north” sounds nice. But I think people sometimes mistake it for that vague feeling of wanting to be successful or happy. But those aren’t really directions. They’re destinations that are so broad you could spend your whole life chasing them without knowing if you’re actually getting closer. A real true north is something you can actually navigate by, which means it needs a little more structure.

For me, I think finding your true north starts with having a clear vision instead of simply following whatever you feel in the moment. Mapping out your goals, timelines, and milestones could help. A true north you can’t describe is a true north you can’t actually walk towards.

One of the first things I did, without even realizing I was doing it for this reason, was try to understand myself. I got interested in things like Ikigai and MBTI because I wanted to know myself better. I wanted to understand what I was good at, what I enjoyed, what kind of things mattered to me, and why I naturally think and behave the way I do. At the time, I was just thinking, I need to figure myself out.

Before you can set a direction, it helps to know what you’re actually working with. Who are you, really? What are you good at? What do you enjoy, what matters to you, what kind of life feels natural to you? I think this is an important part of finding your true north because your direction can’t be completely separate from who you are. If you build a life around someone else’s definition of success, even if you manage to reach it, you can still end up somewhere that doesn’t feel like you.

This is why I found things like Ikigai and MBTI interesting. They’re not going to tell you who you are with absolute certainty, and they’re definitely not going to hand you a five-year plan. But they can give you somewhere to start. Ikigai, for example, looks at the overlap between what you love, what you’re good at, what the world needs, and what you can be paid for. MBTI gives you another way of thinking about how you naturally process information and interact with the world. They aren’t the final answer, but they’re useful starting coordinates.

Once you have a better idea of who you are and what matters to you, then I think it becomes easier to decide where you actually want to go. Choose a final goal or at least a few big goals then reverse-engineer it. What do I want my life to look like in five years? What would need to happen this year to move me closer to it? My values? What habits do I need to build, and which ones do I need to let go of? What kinds of people and environments bring me closer to the person I want to be, and which ones pull me away from it?

Once you have a direction, you can study people who’ve built something similar. Learn their steps, mistakes, timelines, and regrets. Keep what fits you and skip what doesn’t. Sometimes you’ll even realize a goal isn’t what you actually want once you see what it takes and that’s useful too.

I also think there’s something to be said for being a little delusional. Dreaming bigger than what currently feels reasonable can push you further than playing it safe. Aiming high has a way of raising your ceiling, even if you never fully reach it.

But I’ll be honest, it can backfire too. If the dream stays so big and vague that it never turns into an actual plan, it stops being motivating and becomes a comfortable fantasy that lets you avoid the small work you need to do today. That’s why the dream alone isn’t enough. You need something steadier underneath it: a true north.

And I don’t think your true north is just a list of things you want to accomplish. It’s also a sense of who you want to be while you’re accomplishing them. Your values. Your priorities. The kind of life you want to live. The things you don’t want to sacrifice just to arrive faster. In that sense, your true north is both a direction and a reference point. It tells you where you’re going, but it also helps you recognize whether the person walking there is still you. Because what would be the point of reaching your destination if you had to become someone you don’t recognize to get there?

For that direction to hold, I think it also has to be something you can move toward on your own. Not something that depends on someone else to make it possible.

That doesn’t mean rejecting people or refusing help, though. If someone comes along and wants to walk beside you, let them. They might even change your vision for the better. Your true north doesn’t have to be completely fixed; sometimes the people you meet show you possibilities you couldn’t see on your own. What it shouldn’t do is disappear the moment the people leave.

I think that’s what makes a true north different from simply having goals. Goals can change. Plans can fall apart. People can leave. You can discover that something you once wanted isn’t actually what you want anymore.

Your true north is the reference point you return to when you’re lost, when you’re torn between options or when everyone around you seems to be moving in a different direction. It isn’t necessarily the exact life you will end up living. It’s the direction that still feels like you.

What If I see The Starry Night And Felt Nothing?

When I imagine myself standing in front of The Starry Night by Van Gogh, I always assume I’d cry. I’d stare at the painting, and it would somehow stare back at me. All the emotions I’d unknowingly kept hidden would finally pour out. The Starry Night is, after all, a painting that has inspired millions.

I’ve never seen The Starry Night in person, but I think I’ve already ruined it for myself. I’ve convinced myself that if I don’t experience some kind of spiritual awakening in front of it, then I’ve somehow failed both Van Gogh and myself. I think I do this with almost everything. Trips, concerts, meeting people, birthdays, and especially New Year’s. I spend so much time imagining these moments. And once I’m actually there, I don’t know what to do with myself.

Somewhere along the way, I think I convinced myself that meaningful experiences are supposed to look a certain way: goosebumps, tears, perfectly timed background music, and one dramatic inhale. I fear one day I’d stand in front of The Starry Night and think, Oh… it’s smaller than I imagined. Then I’d look at everyone around me to see if they’re having a better emotional experience than I am. It is ridiculous. It’s like trying to enjoy a sunset while checking whether you’re enjoying the sunset correctly.

I once read that our brains are surprisingly good at imagining rewards and surprisingly bad at receiving them. That probably explains online shopping. And crushes.

But anticipation is real. Maybe it’s just doing a different job. Maybe its purpose is simply to get us there. After that, we’re on our own.

The more I think about it, the more I wonder if the moments that change us aren’t obvious at all. Perhaps we’re busy looking for fireworks that we don’t see what’s really happening.

Maybe, when I finally see The Starry Night, I’ll stay a little longer. Maybe I’d notice the silence, someone coughing in the corner, or a little kid walking straight past The Starry Night painting without a second glance. Its incredible how childrens ignore what everyone else has agreed is important, while adults spend half their lives wondering if they’re reacting correctly or how to react or what to feel. I guess that’s the reason why I keep waiting for life-changing revelations, when our lives really are often built from small moments that seem ordinary at first.

I’m afraid of feeling nothing but I’m more afraid that I’ll miss what was actually there because I was too busy comparing it to the version I’d already lived a hundred times inside my head. If that ever happens, I hope I remember to stay a little longer or just look again but not harder.

The Art of Adjusting

Last month, I started watching Totally Spies as part of learning a language.

There’s this language learning technique called the movie method. Its where you watch a show with English subtitles first to understand the story then rewatch it without subtitles or with the subtitles of your target language. You write down the words or phrases you recognize or the ones that felt important or interesting then add it in Anki as custom cards. It’s surprisingly fun.

Somewhere between memorizing vocabulary and following the plot, I found myself paying attention to something else. If you’ve never watched Totally Spies, it’s about three teenage girls who are constantly interrupted by a giant machine that literally yanks them out of whatever they’re doing because the world needs saving. One minute they’re shopping and the next they’re hanging upside down over lava, accidentally pressing the wrong gadget, getting captured, escaping, getting captured again, and somehow still making it home to relax at the end of the day. Everything always goes wrong but somehow… everything works out.

Of course it’s unrealistic. It’s a cartoon. The villains always lose and the girls never seem permanently traumatized by anything that happens to them. I kept noticing the same thing every episode: they never spend very long panicking because they adapt. They simply make a new plan instead of stopping to mourn the old one.

And I thought, that must be a nice skill to have.

Whenever life starts feeling overwhelming, when my plans unravel halfway through the week or something changes before I’ve had the chance to mentally prepare, I like to pretend I’m one of the girls from that show. Somehow that tiny mental shift helps me snap back into problem-solving mode instead of panic mode. By convincing myself I’m on some ridiculous secret mission, my brain stops asking, “Why is everything going wrong?” and starts asking, “Okay… what’s Plan B? What’s the new mission?”

As an adult, I’ve realized that life has absolutely no respect for your schedule. It rarely waits for you to finish one thing before handing you another. There’s work, your social life, your health, hobbies, books waiting on your shelf, languages you want to learn, about fifty other interests competing for your attention, and dreams that tap you on the shoulder every now and then, asking if you’ve made time for them yet. They don’t take turns.

That’s probably why I’ve become so attached to my little systems: Google Calendar, Google Reminders, Grit, a digital journal, and a paper to-do list. They’re less about productivity and more about giving my brain somewhere safe to put things so it doesn’t have to carry everything at once. Having a system really matters if you don’t want your thoughts turning into complete chaos.

Aside from that, having a daily routine gives me something to return to when life starts feeling messy. Without it, it’s easy to lose track of everything, jump between tasks, and end the day wondering what you actually accomplished.

With that said, your system doesn’t always need to be perfect. I had the mistake of being a perfectionist. The moment I missed one task or skipped one habit, I felt like I’d already failed. Then I’d procrastinate, lose all my momentum, and eventually abandon the very routines I’d spent so much time building.

These days I try to remember that small progress still counts. Some days are simply heavier than others. You won’t finish everything.

Speaking of feeling heavy, I’ve also become fascinated by the idea of transmuting difficult emotions into something else. Stress, frustration, embarrassment, disappointment, negative thoughts—or maybe something someone said that lingers in your chest a little longer than it should. Instead of letting those feelings consume you, maybe they can become fuel. Not for revenge, of course, but for creating, learning, improving, or simply taking the next small step forward. It’s not about pretending those feelings don’t exist but about giving them a better purpose. There’s something comforting about believing that something painful can become something beautiful.

Lately, I’ve started thinking adaptability might be one of the most underrated skills a person can have. When plans suddenly change, when something goes wrong or when you have to think on your feet all of a sudden, it sounds like an amazing skill to have the ability to adjust in real time instead of adjusting after you’ve had time to make new schedules and rewrite your routines right. Its like a superpower that can be applied to alot of things. I don’t know how people become like that yet.

Anyway. I started watching Totally Spies to learn a language. Instead, it accidentally gave me a new skill to aspire to have.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some very important internet research to do now. Oh, to become the kind of person who can quietly handle whatever life throws at you without falling apart. Sounds like a dream.