What Will I Sell Myself To?

I was encroaching upon new questions today in my head inspired by a movie I saw yesterday. "Into the Wild" has to be one of the most inspirational movies I've seen in a long time. It challenged me with ideas pertaining to the imposed importance of my being here where I am now. I'm trying to ask my self all sorts of new questions in my private journal, answering them to the best of my ability. They are simple sounding questions, but they take a lot of honesty and effort to answer accurately. I guess you can't be too terribly accurate with "Who am I", "What do I want", and "Where am I going". It's a deep pit that you can get lost in as it continuously changes and warps and consistently remains utterly inconsistent, so much as to limit not just your understanding of your surroundings, but of yourself.

Perhaps it isn't like that for everyone, but it certainly feels that way for me. I think maybe God is just trying to break my pride in that, to get me to depend more on Him. But what I want to know right now is, beyond all of those things, what would make me happy, my "call" if you will?
Right now I just get frustrated when I look to others because they have that glint of the desire for freedom in their eyes, but they were sucked in by social responsibility. What am I to make of that? Should I just give up, give in, and jump in line? Such huge questions to ask, all at the same time, during the same phase of life that so many other people are asking the same questions. Life gets exponentially shorter as time goes on. What do we do with that?

Everyone will be a slave to something. We're a slave to physics at the very least, no matter what we believe. What will I be a slave to? I'm selling myself right now, putting myself up on the blocks.