How I Made My Life Meaningful Again

“The mass of men live lives of quiet desperation.”

Henry David Thoreau

I know I did.

I chased external solutions for an inner problem in the first half of my life.

What problem?

I felt empty and incomplete; I had no meaning or purpose.

I wasn’t living the life I truly wanted; I was living a life of shoulds, expectations, and supposed tos.

I followed the commonly accepted path through life:

• A good job.
• Making lots of money.
• Buying nice things to demonstrate just how good my job was.

What I truly wanted, what I truly desired, was the freedom to create the life I longed for.

I wanted to create.

To finally sit down and write that screenplay(s) that were bouncing around in my mind, or to take that idea for an invention and turn it into reality.

But I was too afraid of giving up everything I had worked so hard for, and I was too afraid to take the 1st step.

So I doubled down on the chase, and when that didn’t work, I doubled down on the escapes (alcohol/materialism/sex).