As we get older, we start to wonder why we were put here. What is the meaning behind our senseless and painfully monotonous routines? We are constantly looking for purpose and meaning and we do not want to waste one single, precious second that we have left. It is a thought that is almost too painful to tackle. At some point in our lives, we attempt to solve that one unsolvable equation; Why am I here? We seek out the “a-ha” moments. We all know that one perfect person who tells a story of saving someone’s life or delivering a baby, and they always say, “It was at that very moment, that I realized why I was put on this Earth.” We find ourselves envious of those people. If only we could obtain that assurance. A few months ago, I spent a full two weeks trying to put together a large puzzle. The puzzle was a picture of the city of London and all that she stands for. A thousand pieces of small cardboard would be converted into the London Bridge, the clock tower, apartments, the officia