I am a busy professional. About a decade ago I would have been able to write something clever or existential or maybe put some kind of Walt Whitman reference here. Now I spend less time on whimsy and more time trying to balance everything in my life without going insane. There is a lot going on. I grew up in the suburbs and then went to an extremely liberal school in the Portland downtown area. In Oregon, not the other one(s). Those who know the area will know exactly what I am talking about. Yes, it was fun. Yes, I did a lot of things to my body that it could no longer tolerate. Yes, I burned out. Yes, I got a kick-ass education and it has taken me places. Then I tooled around for a while, played around in California, spent all my money, got a job working with children, got interested in medicine, got some prerequisites, applied and became a doctor. It is not as impressive as it sounds. It just takes time. And effort. And a shit ton of patience. I also went to Ecuador someplace in there. And France/Spain. And the UK. I would recommend all these places.
After this I am not sure what I am going to do. It really does not matter what just so long as it is not banal.