65 Mortality Drive

<p>I was living at 65 Mortality Drive. I was in a rut. What had I done with my life? Did it have any meaning? What would I do with the rest of my life? These questions compelled me to undertake a journey of self-discovery. While driving over a 1000 miles I confronted feelings that had left me unsettled and I came to terms with my own mortality. The beauty of nature was my backdrop. I came away with a toolbox full of coping strategies to propel me toward a greater sense of purpose in the years I had left. </p>