What does life really mean? Life is living, breathing, walking, operating in what we were created to do. Life is living your WHY. Mark Twain said that there two important dates in our life, the day we are born in the day we figure out why. This book is about an opportunity to live in that WHY, find that WHY, live that WHY, and pursue that WHY. Along the way we will experience bumps, bruises, obstacles, hurdles and many inconveniences. But our core desire as we exist in separate but different cultures, our common goal is to discover that Why and to live it without question or apology. This is all about loving and being loved, to live out our WHY, to operate within significance. The purpose of life and the reality of life is to be happy, to be at peace, to have joy fully and unapologetically. Freedom is that sense of living. We were born and reach that first year where our understanding becomes clear; we begin to see choices presented to us. Those choices become the bondage that we have to escape from at some point in life. Bondage of other people's opinions, other people's feelings, other people's goals aspirations and dreams. You see, we begin living for others, living the dreams and the designs of other people. Our perception doesn't get a chance to be a part of the equation until we come into that point of understanding. Freedom is that sense of living, that sense of understanding, that sense of knowing. As a child we ate what was presented to us without question. Adults cooked us collard greens and cakes and they presented both to us and we were told to like them. It is only when we get along in life that we get to make the decision if we indeed like both or either. I'm reminded of the story of the mother and daughter that were cooking a ham together. The daughter asked her mom, "Why do we always cut the end of the ham off before we put it in the pan?" Her mother said, "Well I don't know, baby; that's what my mother always did, let's ask her." So together they called the grandmother and she said, "Well my mother always did that, but the reason that she did it was the pan was too small. We had to cut the ends off in order for it to fit in the pan." All this time that ham tasted good and was delicious, but it wasn't because the end was cut off, although that was the perception given.