The scene of the state forest was gorgeous, rushing by.

I could feel the crisp wind brushing against my skin and running through my hair.

It was my week off from university because I had just finished the first term of my MBA.

Escaping to the country is my way of rewarding myself.

It nurtures my heart, comforts my soul and restores my sanity.

Why don’t I move to regional Victoria then? Maybe some day.

I feel that I have too much unfinished business in Melbourne.

In particular, I feel an aching need to figure out this whole “being a man” thing.

For me, that involves finding a young wife with family values – most likely from overseas.

By finding God first, I guess you could say I am taking the scenic route.

An Australian woman who is past her prime and privately compares me to all the other men she’s been with seems unfit for purpose.

But going overseas to find a young, traditional one runs the risk of picking one whose heart isn’t in it and getting used for money and citizenship.

Hence, I feel like the only option is to work on myself and become truly desirable.

The years are passing me by quickly, but I feel like I can spare one more year of being single to focus on self-development.

And to me, that means answering some existential questions.