Last Updated on July 24, 2023

There was a time in my life when I needed a purpose or direction on what to do. I spent a long time chasing money by doing jobs I did not necessarily enjoy. But I did them because I thought they would make me rich, which would solve all my problems.

At one point, I made about ten thousand dollars a month and was as miserable as ever. It was then I realized the amount of money you have does not equal how happy you are. You can only buy so many material things. I spent the next ten years not knowing what to do with myself.

I was always into martial arts and enjoyed practicing them. However, when I realized I was too old to do anything significant in the sport. I got depressed. I spent the next few years drifting through life, not doing anything important and doing random jobs, and being down.

Then it happened right when I was ready to give up on life and spend the rest of my life getting drunk. I decided to start writing to teach others to avoid making the same mistakes I made. I discovered my new purpose. Writing it gave me a reason to get up and teach. Other people about my mistakes, Suddenly I realized my life wasn’t wasted after all.

Nowadays, I wake up every morning and start thinking about what lesson I want to pass on. Although writing might not make me rich and famous, it gives me meaning. The satisfaction that I can pass on my wisdom. And that puts a smile on my face.