I’ve wrestled this question before – set it aside for long stretches. It comes back for a re-think sometimes. Not so much ‘searching for meaning’ , more ‘searching for my place’.
I could say ‘my work’ but don’t believe being ‘world’s greatest real estate agent’ (I think I’m really good) meets that test. I feel a larger deeper mission is within me. Not my mission to civilize either – but see myself pondering things with a Quixotic mindset each time I hit a bump in this road of life regarding anything (personal relationships, thrills/spills in business etc.) this question recycles itself in mind – not like ‘recycling’ trash … or is it?
This proverbial annoying question: What is my mission in life?
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