Meaning of life?
Huh. Nearly seven years after my last post. And I STILL feel almost exactly the same! Bloody hell. So. I'm an entrepreneur now, have a two-going-on-three year old company (no, I'm STILL not married, nor baby-carriaged) and am still pretty clueless. Hm. I sense a theme here. I've been thinking (ha!) about life over the past few days. Haven't quite yet figured out why it is that "growing up" seems so stressful to me. Starting Aeka has drop-kicked me into becoming an adult in some ways, but I'm still stymied as to the contribution that I'm supposed to make to humanity. Like, what's my life supposed to be about, dude? We have the nice little career-family-retirement progression charted out for us by a benevolent (?) society. And I'm really not the adventurous type. I like boundaries. I like checking boxes, and having lists. Bit weak at sticking to them, maybe, but I like 'em. Perhaps that's what scares me about growing up. ...