Last year I had been cut on, poisoned and fried. I was in a fairly miserable state physically. God put wonderful people in my life that strengthened my resolve to fight. I survived for some reason. The fundamental questions of life are more pointed when we brush up against our own mortality. What is my purpose on earth? Does my life have meaning?
My personal mission is to increase beauty and happiness, decrease fear and ignorance by exemplary conduct. Be a pillar in times of crisis. I seek balance and want to make logic-based morally just decisions. Wisdom, integrity, and happiness are what I want.
I wrote that back in the 1990s after much soul searching. I revisit this every so often with the intention of revising it. Perhaps replacing happiness with joy and adding something about love are the only edits I have contemplated for twenty years. But really who gives a flip about what feel good bumper sticker you have on your sleeve what really counts are actions.
This goes back to my current quandary. You ain’t dead. Should you stay in your current profession and location or pursue something else or somewhere else?