Before I knew money, I knew purpose. When I graduated from high school, I believed in an ideal. One that was composed of free speech, passionate late-night arguments, art, and most of all, the camaraderie of talented peers pursuing a goal through different means. It was journalism. Somewhere in my senior year, I lost that purpose. And ever since, I’ve been looking for it. I sought it when I was starting my company and I came damn close, but it had to end. I love my job, but I long for that purpose. And this thought has been with me for a very long time now. Always in the corner of my thoughts, tugging at me. At times harder than before.