What is my purpose?  What was i cut out for? Am i like a 2 dimensional being in a 3 dimensional universe, forever groping in the dark about my purpose, with no chance of respite. What was i born to do? Where are my talents best applied? Am i doing the right thing? If not, will i ever do the right thing? Will there ever be an answer? Today it feels like driving with my feet on the gas but hands off the steering, i’m going somewhere, into the wild, discovering the world and discovering myself, it’s fun, but is it the fun that i should be having.  Does the wild ride go on forever? Will i ever arrive? Will i be content one day, happy to know what i know? Or is life about realizing that this crazy ride will go on forever? Is the only way to truly arrive to realize that you actually never will? Does it matter how fast or slow i go? Is my life written in the stars? Is it a grand design that i play no part in? Who am i then? And do i matter?