Anyone care to share some stories of finding real fulfillment? Since being red pilled I’ve struggled to find real beliefs in things, or a purpose for something. I enjoy my work very much. I have close friends I enjoy spending some time with, and in my alone time and play guitar and play some video games.

I don’t feel depressed, just a lack of purpose. My whole life I’ve wanted to have a family of my own, but I know that the odds of that happening successfully make it not a viable option anymore. I’ve been going my own way for several years and haven’t been able to shake this feeling.

If you’ve found purpose, how did you do it? Is setting goals and completing them purpose? Because that doesn’t seem to do it for me. Do I just want what I can’t have (relationship with Nawalt), or is this something more hardwired into us?