What should I do with my life?

Wouldn't it be so much easier if you got a letter in the mail when you were seventeen, signed by someone who had a direct pipeline to Ultimate Meaning, telling you exactly who you are and what your true destiny is? Then you could carry this letter around in your pocket, and when you got confused or distracted and suddenly melted down, you'd reach for your wallet and grab the letter and read it again and go, 'Oh, right.'

This is the title of the book I am recently reading.

Probably it is true. None of us are brave enough to give an answer to this question. Always with excuses of too little money too little time.

We may be always busy. But we may not be able to afford the price of losing the chance to find an answer, just because we realize it too late. Everyone of us has 24 hours, no more no less, none of us should be running out of time.

Life is busy with work, with whatever. They may be very good fulfilment to fill up our time. But our heart, once and a while the feeling of all alone, can never be substituted even by all treasure of the whole world.