I think the "coolest" kind of people are the people that are so into what they're into, that they have no reason to care what anyone else thinks about them. It's the gangly 15 year old who just wants to play his violin. Maybe it's the lawyer writing novels in his spare time. Maybe they're professors imagining and creating entire other mythical worlds. Something tells me these are the kind of people that go on to do great things. The rest of us stay in one place trying to please each other. Trying to be what we think everyone else wants us to be.
That's a torturous place if you give a flip about being honest. Until you're lulled into thinking that place is what you want, because everyone's telling you that you want it. And then, you wake up and remember to dream. And then you remember to pray. You begin down the long road of hope amidst surrender and then, once you've experienced fear and failure and falling, you try again.
And you begin to see that the joy is in the doing, in the going about it. That what we're given is a gift. And then a peace equal to contentment, not lacking motivation, guides you into being who you were created to be. To some this comes easier than to others. For some of us, it takes a while longer, but we arrive, when we realize the arrival is the journey itself.