There’s something within me that blows off things that excite me in exchange for things more generally accepted by my culture. If I pursue what excites me I have to feel selfish and guilty. If I pursue accepted things, I feel righteous - like God is happy with me. Like giving up magic to become a missionary. It sounds like the right thing to do. But it doesn't feel right at all.
I wonder what would happen if, instead of avoiding things that excite us, we let whatever excites us, whatever is most alive in us, drive our decisions and our direction. Would we really end up so far from what God intended when He thought us up?
I also wonder if there might be a little part of us that just uses God as an excuse to avoid excitement and the fear and risk that come along with things worth being excited about.