This morning I had a two-hours walk in the Canyon with a friend from Orange County.
At some point she said "My mission in life is ......"
If she asked me what my mission was, I would have to admit that I do not have any in my life. Or, at least, If I have one, I am completely unaware of that.
Then dear Mission, if you exists, knock on my consciousness' door before I will be asked about you. It's so depressing not knowing you, at this point of my life.
And please, try not to be too demanding.
I am lazy and get frustrated very fast.