My mission depends on what it is. In life, I don’t know what my mission is. But my life isn’t planned ahead. In the end, it’s you who should have the choice of how to live it. At least as far as you can control it. You must have some luck, but I’m not a lucky dog. It doesn’t even get close to me. Maybe I’m doing it wrong. I’ve applied for a graphic design job, but who knows if I get close to it. At least, that’s a mission accomplished. No one can blame me for not trying.

I hope my mission is not about forgetting to live my own life. My father is turning 80 this year, and his memory is not the way it used to be. I hope I don’t need to take care of him and forget my own life. I don’t want my life to change that much. It might sound selfish thinking about this, but it feels like I haven’t lived as much as other people my age. So far, my father is doing fine by himself, but you never know how things could change.

My current mission is to find a job or some kind of work where I can earn money. Other missions are unknown.