I’d live my whole life riding the wave of excitement for the four to six hours I’d end up playing [video games] a night–annihilating my sleep schedule–because that was the only time I ever really felt alive. That was my purpose though I desperately longed for something greater. That was my great adventure, my source of wonder. Sure I believed in God, but I didn’t worship Him. I was a “Christian” far from being an actual follower of Christ.

The answer is simple though not necessarily easy. This isn’t because God has made it intentionally hard for humanity to fulfill its purpose, though.