Since we all know ‘time’ is relative, I think back to my angry, thirsty, hungry youth where I felt I needed to fill every hour, every minute with ‘purpose’.

Which, seen from this end,  can make youth annoying. Always running to something, always seeking out the ‘new’. Not much reflection happening when you are running a race with yourself.

I’m at that age where I’m satisfied to let things come to me, in their own time and place.

Have I lost my ‘purpose’?

I wouldn’t say so, but my perspective has changed as the funnel of years elongates into a telescope of experience.

Do I have more things to accomplish? Yes I do, I think I’m just satisfied to get them done at the pace I’m at now.