A question that got me wondering

I can't believe what I have just done. I actually bought a  book entitled what the heck am I going to do with my life?
Well, what the heck am I going to do with my life?
It's one of the most stupid questions one could ever utter but I found myself at loss for any witty answer.
I can't even begin thinking of any answer because in the first place, I'm not even sure if I can answer it. For starters, it suggests answering a seemingly easier question:
If money, time, place weren't a concern, what would you be doing instead?
Author said that some gives answers immediately, while some still need some time to think. I don't know if it's something I am better off with but I'm one of those who gave quick answers. I know, have always known, what I wanted to do…
If nothing else mattered, I would be holding a brush pouring my emotions over a piece of canvass, letting all the colors express the feelings my heart longs to tell…
I will wake up before dawn, hold my camera up high, and catch that glorifying moment when the sun's rays would touch the lovely skin of our Earth.
And when the afternoon comes, I would scoop up my sketch pad, walk towards anywhere inspiration thrives and let my hands trace every line of magnificence my mind wants to share.
A muse of the art.
And I've never been farther from that dream than right at this moment.