Looking back, I was always heading towards service. I just did not know. The flower with a closed bud will eventually blossom. Waking up for me was like a suddenly blossomed flower, but with full awareness of my blossoming. From then on, I became a conscious servant of life or God.
No more alcohol or partying or wild indulgence, true, but it's the inner beauty of the heart which is now worth mentioning; the joy that comes from service to others; the 'sweet sacrifice' for noble causes. All this did not necessarily need to happen, but they did because I was 'lifted from the old into the new.