The Domed Cage

I am currently sat in the Central Library of Manchester. I must say I am amazed; the dome has such a power. It is close to silent, filled with students of all ethnic backgrounds, all working in harmony towards one thing: a better them. Surprisingly, I am beginning to feel old in here. Not aged, but old, knowing many of them have just entered the life of an adult, and at this point, I have lived it for a decade. I am excited for them. What will they learn? How will they develop? Who will they be? This could be a good time to think about purpose. The reason everyone here is locked in on their work is because they have a purpose in the current moment. Admirable. What is my purpose? Gone are the days of good grades and finding a good job. I have already accomplished both. A position that one would have thought would bring copious amounts of joy and purpose - yet, to the fault of myself, this doesn't align with who I want to be in the present. Thankfully, I have the power to bend this reality to my will. All it takes is courage. One does not abandon his food without knowing where to hunt his next meal. First, I must scope out the land. For now, I feel as though I am done in the library. I will sign this off, go downstairs, and read my book a little bit before heading home. I'll take my time on this long walk.