Is This Enough?

Zurich Airport, Switzerland.

  A new year. A new beginning, and I find myself sitting at yet another airport, drinking coffee and writing. A year ago, it would have been unfathomable for me to even begin to assume all the wonderful ways my life has changed in. Don't get me wrong - there were things I struggled to get through, and not everything went according to plan, but I have long since learned: the good very often outweighs the bad. 
  Anyway, sitting here, at the Zurich Airport, at 7 am with a sore throat I feel content, something I had not felt in India. India is home, where my friends and family, who I grew up with live, always ready to embrace me when things don't go right, but the more time I spend away from them, the more I realise - I was never the kind to stay at home. 
  Even as a child I remember wanting to move out and live on my own, and do my own thing. I remember having this fire in my belly in my early teens - this fire to do something. I didn't know what it was I wanted to do, but I wanted to leave my mark on the world. For a while there I was not sure if I would ever find my way... if I was one of those lucky people to love something that much they would risk everything for their passion.
  I sometimes wonder if I would have ever found the courage to do things on my own terms... if I would have learned these same lessons without living alone... if I would have idled my life away and woken up at 30 to have absolutely no idea as to what it was that I was doing at a job I hate.
Then, a rational voice in my head tells me that I would have found my way, at least eventually.
  I talk to people and most of the times I am think, "What are you doing? Is this enough? Do you sleep at night with a contented smile on your face?" I once read that not everyone needs to have a greater purpose or a burning passion, and I guess, that's fine. But I think that it is our absolute duty to doggedly try and find out.