A couple nights ago, i pulled a risky heist. I escaped.

Thats when i realized i had no mission or purpose or higher calling. Im just a fantasy junkie.

If i got caught, it wouldnt matter because i dont have a calling or life purpose my time in jail would take away from.

My problem is i hop from one obession to the next.

I think up a new idea or hobby, study it, slave over it, non stop thinking about it for a month or so, loose all interest and then every once and a while i pick it up again

I have so many half written books, plays, movies, in my study, so many sports and hobbies i jumped , got kinda decent, then quit cus it stopped being interesting

I have these delusional fantasies that ill become the best "insert hobby here" and then its on to the next thing.

I wanna be the best lifter, no now ill be the best cook, ok now im gonna be the next painter!!! And all i end up with is being ok at many things with no true calling to my life.

I am young, and i believe my lack of direction or passion for my life leads me to committing crimes.

I know one thing, dont wanna be in jail. But now i want a mission. I wanna know what it means to be a man with a purpose.