The authentic life.

So what the fuck is that?  All I know is that I long to live an honest, authentic, productive life, and have no idea what shape such a life might take, I just know that the worker drone existence I perpetuate at the moment doesn't fit the bill.  Probably there is no such thing and this is a Quixotic quest to fill in the gap before death.  And it's driving me insane...

Answers on a postcard.