At the start of my journey, I had no money, no ideas, and no sense of direction. I was burned out. I had degrees, diplomas, and work experience. I had the stick-to-it-iveness to succeed at what I set my mind to, but so far what I had thought I wanted wasn’t turning out to be what I really wanted after all. It was rather disturbing to thus discover, by way of settling into the stagnant discomfort of what I had built and achieved, to realize it would not do. Intrinsically, I felt glad to be alive, but that feeling was diminished as I made my way through my days. My work didn’t thrill me. My social life didn’t thrill me. My home didn’t thrill me. My city no longer thrilled me. Each day was a task. Each day had to be gotten through. What was the point?展开
