I used to collect baseball cards as a child. I had a sizable Ken Griffey Jr. collection, and I loved checking out all of his new card models.
I don’t really know why. I wasn’t a baseball fan. I never understood the stats on the backs of the cards. He was the hottest player at the time and it was something to get excited about. I may as well have been collecting hubcaps and I’d be just as excited for the shiny objects I got to collect.
This past weekend I drove across town to find someone to sell my final cards to, after holding on to them for about 18 years. I had no idea what the worth would be. I was hoping for a fair amount, seeing as how I probably spent hundreds of dollars and hours on the collection. Last I remember they were so rare and expensive.
These were some of the top experts in the local baseball card world, and I ended up haggling with a man over $7 for the whole collection. I still felt good about the transaction.
Why did I sell these cards?
In truth, they were worth more to me gone and into someone’s hands that cared about them than keeping them around for sentimental reasons and holding on to the culmination of a false passion.
I used to spend all of my time and money collecting baseball cards. I liked the idea of the collection, not the collection itself. I wanted to like baseball and collecting cards, but the passion just wasn’t there.
The only real regret I have today is that I spent so much time and effort on something I did not love. To get closure on a part of my life that I didn’t really enjoy was worth haggling over a couple dollars.
Remember that real passions in life are priceless and would never be traded.
Follow your own dreams, not someone else’s. If you do, you may find the path to be worthless.