When I was younger, I was never bored. Never restless. But now . . .? Things have changed. I’m restless and bored.
I have things to do, of course. Schoolwork. Chores. Blogging. Writing. But I don’t feel compelled to do them anymore. I know it’s not laziness, because even the things I love doing don’t make me feel full.
Maybe I’ve lost my purpose.
People have many views about purpose. “Your purpose is to do well in school.” “Your purpose is to glorify God.” Your purpose, your purpose . . .
That’s great and all, but I don’t want my whole life to be about getting good grades or singing hymns. I should probably care more, especially about that last one.
Restless, empty, purposeless.
Right at this moment, all I really want to do is get on a plane.
Open a book.
Listen to music.
And find my purpose.