For the past few years I had felt very unfulfilled in my life. I've wondered what my purpose was. What was I put on this earth to do? Why am I here? You know, the type of existential BS questions that men who are about to turn 40 ask themselves. And seeking answers to these questions often left me feeling even more lost.
For as long as I can remember I've lived by the belief that I must have one divine purpose that is supposed to fulfill my every dream and desire and make me whole. But that was a grand misconception.
Things change. My personal tastes, my views on life, my thoughts about how relationships work, the clothes I wear, the way in which I speak, the books I read- everything has changed and will continue to change according to the experiences had and knowledge acquired.
I am not the same man that I was yesterday, and I will be a different man tomorrow.
I have evolved as a person and so too have my wants. I want to taste foods from foreign lands. See great classical structures and ancient ruins. I want to explore the world outside of the United States. I want to sip espresso in Paris, walk the Great Wall of China, explore the great pyramids of Egypt, do an Ayahuasca ceremony in Peru, and connect with many different people along the way.
I want to fill my life with one-of-a-kind experiences and people to fuel my human evolution. And one day when I'm old and wrinkled I want to feast upon the memories of my experiences and know that that I have lived exceptionally. This, I've discovered, is my purpose...at least for now.
