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An Existential Crisis amongst Millionares

I've spent the past week in a massive room at the Excel centre in East London listening to some of the Western Worlds rich entrepreneurs followed by a day of leaders from the world of business in Politics including the former President of the Free World Bill Clinton. These people had come together for the Entrepreneur 2012 conference and I found myself there after seeing a Groupon voucher for £17 while looking a a pole dancing lesson (you can see why my search linked to Bill Clinton obviously).

Over the week I heard from Entrepreneurs whipping us into a frenzy selling their talking tour techniques, their middle man tactics, access to Brand leaders with book publishing rights, step by step guides to make money on the internet and the business acumen of the mega rich. I came away from the first two days in a deluded state that could only be described as an Existential crisis. I seriously thought this was for the people of yoga retreats and NGO do gooders and the Life Refugees you meet at the end of the bar with a bottle, not me. Many of my friends and family probably assumed this is what had lead me to the Big Adventure.... trying to find the meaning to life is often sited as the reason for travel. But not for me. With Travel I want to learn more about Life -  in the greater sense of the word and how others live so I can live a more fulfilled life and grow from the experiences these encounters provide.
Happier times in Rishikesh, India
When I thought being bamboozled
by a myriad of yoga gurus was tough!

So here I am four days after this delusion sitting crossed legged on my bed making a pact with my blog readers that I will write about this crisis of life as I see it. Explore the Why of my existence. Step it out detailing the things I have learnt from life so far and turning this blog into a much greater adventure than the Big Adventure ever set out to be, or perhaps the crystallisation of it all.

With the breathing techniques from my yoga teacher in India to the music from my favourite artists and the autumn sun casting a light on what it is I am here to do.

What is my purpose?

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