For someone like me, maybe the question should be rephrased to: How many times have you not asked yourself why you’re here in this world, or what your purpose in life is?
Because maybe I can count it, but for how many times I asked myself, pretty sure I can't count it.
That question is always on the list whenever I'm pondering about life or when I'm confused about life.
And I'm one of those kids that had problems about their purpose when growing up.
Here is me today trying to become this, and here is me the next day trying to become something else. And when I get stuck in it, I begin to ask what I'm actually meant to do.
I remember basically that I was in art class at first, but there was this maths teaching practice staff in my school as of then that would always criticize the art students and praise the science students.
I had already made up my mind to change to science class. All I needed was motivation, and that was what I got from him.
I left the art class and joined the science class in my SS 2.
And every day, I get to ask myself what actually is my purpose, one way or the other.
I finished my secondary school, and the next was a higher institution. Which course am I going to study? The battle continues.
These questions follow me to my school, work, and even socializing.
Image is originally mine.