Make it happen

Why do I wake up every morning to go to school, to interact with others, and then to come home again at the end of the day, only to repeat the process the next day?

This is a question I struggled with in the beginning of my high school career. To me, I have to understand in order to learn, to do, to progress... In order to search for my reason for being, I went to one of my English teachers for guidance and we sat down to find this reason.
After an hour of discussion, I realized I wanted a meaning in my life, and this meaning would come from a discussion group I would soon start. Little did I know that this discussion group, Mind over Matter, would allow me to expand my mindset, opinions, and knowledge and allow me to aspire to create my own TEDx conference.
The world is not only limited to what you see. Don't have a meaning, goal, or purpose? Then go make one. Don't wait for it to happen because this kind of motivation cannot be spoon-fed to you; it can only be created by the inquirer.

Someone once asked me, "What will you do if you cannot find a job in psychology? What if the jobs are either too full or too boring for you at that point?" I thought about the question for a moment because it was an option I had not considered yet, and I replied, "Then I will make it happen for myself; I will create my own job, counseling center, company... anything that will allow me to live my dream because I will not stop when the world stops offering me something because I will then realize it's my turn to offer to the world."

What is YOUR purpose in life?

Where are you going...

I took a deep breath and asked him, "Where are you going? It's the middle of the night. You'll get hurt or something if you leave right now!"

"I don't care. I have to leave this so-called home. It's suffocating me. Creativity? Life? Imagination? That's all nonexistent here. All people care about here is the result, not the process. Me? I want more in life than the product, I want the knowledge, experience, and memories I gain from the process; I didn't know that was so much to ask for."

"Okay, I understand you but y-"

"Do you? Do you really? Aren't you part of them? The people who only look at the surface? I mean, are you actually enjoying your life? Do you do everything because you WANT to or because your parents, friends, and community TOLD you to?" 

"How could you say that? I'm just worried about you. It's really dark and you could get hurt on the way. You know what they told us, traveling at night is dangerous. We could get mugged or ju-"

"Mugged? Mugged from what? Our conformity? I would THANK whoever robbed me of my blandness. Wouldn't you? Everyone around here is the same, we all do the same damn thing. No one knows how to think for themselves. Everyo-"

"Stop it," I managed inbetween sobs. "Do you think I want to stay either? No, but you know what? My little sister is here and I can't let the world do the same thing it did to us to her. I want her to grow up with a mind of her own. 

He looked at me with a sympathetic expression, but before I could say another word, he turned around, facing the pitch black, and walked away. I only looked at his leftover footprints embedded into the soil, disappearing into the dark, never to come back again.