I thought I was burnt out back in April. But since then, things have just gotten downhill.

What you do, Where you live, and Who you are with. I thought I had them figured out, but now I'm back to square one.

I quit the Navy's Submarine Force. I decided to leave on the last possible day any of us could leave: the day before we got our Dolphins...

What is the purpose of life? What is my purpose in it? What is the purpose of relationships?