[Adam]

I have to agree with Jill on this. Seven years ago, when I was nineteen, I was only starting to experience the events that would later shape my life purpose... It wasn't until I was twenty-one that a pivotal event happened in regards to my purpose, and it took five years of healing before I realized just how deeply those events affected me, before I could form my purpose.

I'm not saying that it will take you seven more years to find yours... More than likely, you'll find one in a couple of months. I will say, however, that getting out and seeing the world, both the beautiful and the pitiful, will help you immensely in finding exactly what you can do to feel right with the world.

When I was nineteen, I stood in the middle of the DMZ, the two kilometer wide strip of terror that separates North and South Korea. I touched the table where the cease-fire was signed, and where every negotiation for peace has failed since then. I stepped over the red line painted on the floor in that one-room building and could feel the tension tangibly. That was the first time that I felt my purpose, but I didn't have the maturity to realize that I was going about it the wrong way.

Two years later, I saw the twin towers of the World Trade Center the day before they fell... I was still in the military, on vacation, and was traveling from my ex's house to my home in Arizona... It took me five years, to the month, for me to let go of the part of my ego that had been shattered that day and find my purpose. I desperately hope that your path to your purpose is not nearly as violent. I don't regret it, though, because the height of my purpose matches the depth of my pain, to bring peace to everybody.