Yesterday, I began to question, “what is my purpose?” My daily task are mundane. I wake up, I work out, research how to be a better photographer, practice shooting, I come to the office, answer phones, go home, make dinner, clean my house, take Frank for a walk, watch an hour of television until someone gets home, shower, read a book, and go to bed. My day is very simple and to the point. I use to complain about how busy I was, but once you get rid of all the insignificant things in your life, life does become less stressful and less busy. This is what I have been fighting for, simplicity. Then, I began comparing myself to others. Once I start doing that, it makes me ungrateful for what I have, but I am not going to let someone else determine my happiness. God has a purpose for everyone, and my purpose is far different than what people think my life should be.