Okay, since I'm feeling all lost and out of sorts again today, I shall once again try to define something. Somebody once told me that I'm the type of person who likes to give definitions or labels to things. So in connection to my mind-explorations for today, I shall now try to define my predicament.

Twenty-one years old. That's how old I am right now. That's the number of years that I have spent on this earth, doing I'm not quite sure what. Although, I've always had this belief (and I'm not alone in this thinking) that people are put on this planet for a purpose. The struggle arises in trying to find that purpose, that meaning. The original concept of why I am here in the first place. But finding your purpose is not easy. It's mighty damn gruelling actually. But based on the books I've read, and movies I've seen, people I've talked to and things I've observed, one could better (if not easily) find their true life's purpose, once they've discovered what makes them HAPPY.

Happy in the sense that, whenever you do that thing, or have that thing, or see that thing, everything is alright. You feel that everything is just where it should be and even if the situation is hard, it still feels easy. These are the things that you breeze through, something you could do even with your eyes closed or hands tied. Something that makes your heart skip a beat. Something that makes you wide-crazy-googly-eyed. Something that you most definitely sure of.

My point here is that, in order to get out of this limbo of confusion and wandering, I need to find what makes me happy. Find it, and stick to it. I need to search for that all-important thing and wrap my days around it. Only then can I improve to the best of my potential. Only then can I truly affect the lives of people - something that I have always believed I should do. Only then can I be contented. Only then will I be at peace.