A Man without a goal is like a ship without thrusters

Welcome, I have decided to write this journal to help myself keep my ideas straight and provide a place to review. I have decided to keep this open so that others that may go through similar journeys may find a help and so those who are aware of my quest may know of what I seek.

For some time I had been following material goals. Things such as to obtain such and such a ship or amass so much Isk. I have achieved all these goals but each time it was a hollow victory, only to be replaced by reaching for more but not for substance. I hoped that to obtain the next would fill the nagging sense of need. I took leadership roles in some corporations and started my own leading them to success but still there was a nagging need for more. In the end I dropped my corporate push for wealth and joined the Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque. This Society was of like pious people working to support the Empire and do God's work. This gave me a new light but when asking for a goal I was told to "do what I must and follow the Lord will show the way." This left me wandering still

This reached a head and I had to take time to review what was going on. I took a leave of absence from the Society and went on a pilgrimage of the sites of the great war across the continent of Amarr of the great Emperor Amash-Akura against Molok the Deceiver.

By day I would trudge across the deserts of Amarr going from site to site and by night I would listen to the stories of the sacred brothers telling the history and discussing the scriptures. With each I would discuss my yearning and each would tell me to "do what I must and follow the Lord will show the way."

Over the three weeks I learned much of both our history and my own faith and beliefs. These weeks of having nothing more than what I could carry and that given by the monasteries and refuges along the way reminded me of the excess one can slip into as a capsuleer. Spending time with holy men showed me how despite being of faith that I had slipped into concerns over the mortal and mundane and lost touch with the greater needs of my faith.

It was at the final night as I stood at the site where Molok was executed I realised my calling.

Here I was, a pious man, a man with access to great wealth and resources. A man with a fleet of ships specifically designed and fitted for exploration of the great void and with dedicated laboratories and science staff for research. I can not die and no threat can stop my immortal drive. I had even been guided by the hand of God to the Imperial Society of Scepter and Crown. I knew then as the setting sun lit the sky red that my goal in life was to once more return the Ametat and Avetat, the Scepter and Crown to the Empire and our Empress. The strength and prosperity the return shall reestablish our rightful place in the cluster.

In this I shall not fail.