So a few weeks ago, my very good friend, Chiziterem (whom I've shared some of the most intellectually stimulating conversations I've had in a very long while with, and sadly won't be seeing for quite some time because he's currently undergoing industrial training), and I had one of our usual long talks at about midnight in almost pitch blackness because there was power outage in school. In the course of this particular discourse, the issue of one discovering what one's purpose here on earth is came up. We both knew for sure what his was, and how diligently he was working towards fulfilling it. Then the question was thrown at me. Had I discovered what God's purpose for my life really was?
