It’s interesting, really. This whole life business. What’s its purpose? Why are we here? What reason did the universe have to create a world that can inhabit life, and then create humans? What is our reasoning?
- Are we here to create more life?
- Are we meant to populate the universe?
- Are there others out there?
- Have they created more life?
- Have they populated the universe?
These are some of the thoughts going through my mind right now. I start by trying to find my own purpose. What I’m meant to be doing with the life I’ve been given. Perhaps these thoughts are more prevalent as my birthday is coming up. Time goes by so quickly these days. Blink and you miss it. Friends are getting married and starting families. I remember being so young having families seemed like such an old thing to do. Yet here we are, five seconds later and friends are having babies and growing up!
I really don’t know what I’m meant to be doing. Am I doing what I thought I would be when I was younger? Absolutely not. When I was younger, I wanted to be a teacher, follow in my Mum’s footsteps. I also wanted to be an archaeologist, but I think that was more to do with my obsession with Indiana Jones more than anything else.
I feel like my career path has passed me by. Is that crazy, at 34 years of age to think that? Can you pave a new career in your thirties? What do I even want to do? Where do I begin? I could write a list I guess of what I like, but then I’ll be putting things down like Harry Potter, or iPhones, both of which I doubt I’d be able to form a career out of…
Maybe I should just go travelling, not worry about a career at all! No, I have responsibilities…
*sigh* who knows what the future holds in terms of my career. Everything happens for a reason, and perhaps these thoughts are the beginning of a new path…