Contemplating destiny

I’m stuck in limbo. All I can see are questions. I know the answers to some but they don’t exactly solve anything for me. And when I find answers to the others, I know I’ll be hit by more questions. It’s a worrisome state this. When you begin to question your own existence.

After years of selling my soul to a profession that hasn’t given me anything in return, I’m beginning to wonder if I should pull all stops and begin life anew. ‘Yes’ would be an answer I could start with. But it’s not that simple, is it? A ‘Yes’ leads to a blatant “Then what?”, an existential “Where do I go from here and what do I do with my experience, my supposed expertise?”, a discarnate “What then of finding a deeper purpose, a meaning to life?” and a more pragmatic “What do I do for money?”. In the end, it takes me back to square one. A potential nowhere. A place I’d rather leave a.s.a.p. But for those darned answers.