Who am I? Why am I here? What is my life all about?

I think its very simple: we were born to help others by doing what we love doing.

Today my wife started her brand new job. She quit her well paying old job and took a month to decide what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. It wasn't too hard for her to decide what to do but what took so long was convincing herself that it was the right thing to do since it wouldn't pay very much.

I've spent all my adult life trying to accomplish one thing which I was blessed to have done pretty early in life. As long as I have known myself, I have wanted to fly and I have been fortunate enough to have achieved that dream. I am still really unhappy though but today for the first time I think I've figured out why. I believe that we are all here for one and the same reason, to help each other, and we each have our uniquee way that we can do this. I think that until I use my gift to help someone else I've will not fully experience in its totality, joy that flying can bring me.

I think that when we are not fulfilling our purpose it brings us the most unhappiness we can ever experience. We force ourselves to sit in traffic on our way to jobs that we hate. We monotonously perform tasks we abhor and interact with equally unhappy people who can't seem to find their own happiness either. Day in and day out we go deeper into the void of despair and the sad thing is most people accept this existence as life but that couldn't be further from the truth. Life is to be experienced not spectated.

When God created the earth, I think everyone was happy because everyone was fulfilling their purpose. Adam never complained about tending to the garden and Eve never complained about helping him. Unhappiness only came in when they acted on the desire to abandon their purpose and assume someone else's role. The serpent told them they could be like God and suddenly their purpose was too small for them. You see, in a way we all are kind of like Adam and Eve. We see the guy with the nice house and the nice car and we decide that we want that and we want it now, but do those things really make us happy? Now don't get me wrong, nothing is wrong with wanting or having nice things, but can you really say that you are happy being consumed by desire, going to work day in and day out so that you can afford material nicities?

My wife and I survived for an entire month with no jobs while we both chased our dreams and we never went hungry and we've never been happier. Don't let anyone or anything stop you from doing what is in our soul, that one thing you would do for the rest of your life even if you never earned another cent. I truly believe that if you can help someone by doing what you love, you'd have answered the questions at the top of this page.