By-Kamin

Twenty two years ago, I became restless. I suffered from a deep-seated dissatisfaction and emptiness. Others around me may have been oblivious to what I was going trough because I had a tremendous zest for life. Moreover, from my personal circumstances you would think that I should be very happy with my life. I was living comfortably with my wonderful wife and two boys in a house we owned. I was in my successfully in my career as one of the top executives in a multinational company In short I was living the good life.

But deep down I was unhappy. beyond the need to make a living and provide for my family and our future, I found no meaning no purpose in life. I asked myself,’ is this what is all about?”

I was not short on religion. My family and I attended church regularly but my church attendance was driven only by sense of obligation. It gave me a warm felling for about ten minutes or so, but after wards, life was back to its meaningless routine: work, work,work. father hood to my to boyswas a chore and husband to my wife was a battle.

To combat this sense of desperation, I would often join my fellow executive, roaming from one bar to another, drinking until the wee hours of the morning. It was fun while it lasted but of course, when I got home, my wife and i would quarrel.

I was also dishonest in many of my dealing. I broke the law when it suitted me. I did what was advantageous for me even if I had to cross legal or ethical boundaries.

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