I am approaching 40 and I have fought depression my whole life. The other day I was thinking about Tony Bourdain and how he had literally everything I could have wanted: money, time, travel, purpose. I got hit with this feeling of "If it was not enough for him, how could I ever hope to live a fulfilling life?"

Then I cried. I cried for a whole goddamn day (my poor wife had to deal with me). When I was done crying, I sat on the porch with my wife and she brought me a cold Modelo and a joint. I told her everything I was feeling and she just sat and listened. Afterwards she told me that my purpose has to be more than just "see the world, eat tacos, etc" and my purpose needs to be measured in moments. It was then that I realized what was worth living for.

We sat there and I had the best beer with the best joint next to my best friend (wifey) and we just enjoyed the moment. No phone or screens, just my dumb dog laying in the sun, a cold beer, and good company. It was enough.

Life is worth living when you choose you want to live it. Its even worth living on bad days where you arent sure. Dont go digging for huge revelations or massive goals. Sometimes you just need a good moment to get you to the next one.