When I was a teen I didn’t care about success, about passions or purpose. I just wanted to get drunk in the weekends, watch TV shows, get girl (or try to), have enough money and study whatever in order to make my parents feel I was doing something so they would leave me alone.
As I grew older I started to ask myself the same kind of questions that you probably asked yourself if you found this book. What do I want? What is the main reason to wake up every morning?
Feeling every time less and less attached to my parents, family and even friends I wanted to find something to put my soul and hands. I wanted to stop caring about social networks and waking up every morning as it was Christmas.
I don’t want to be a millionaire, I don’t want to appear on TV and I don’t want to be recognized on the streets. I just want to clap myself on the back when New Years came, and see how I reached those goals I set myself to accomplish.
That’s why I started journaling and documenting my life. To get a better sight of where I was at. And also because I’m afraid to die and not leaving anything behind. The result of probably of a too goal-focused-mentality.