Who among us can lay claim to a truly purposeful existence? I know "purpose" is subjective and some may argue that the pauper who sleeps on the concrete in tattered clothes, stewing in his own excrement has great purpose: depending on our reaction, he can cause us to identify with our fear of poverty, confirm our ignorance of Reis' other half or pay him to assuage our guilt.
I question my own purpose and place on this earth. A lot. I have a great job, wonderful co-workers, a good boss who tries very hard to make my position a meaningful one. Sometimes it's just not enough. Is my purpose in life to guide volumes of paperwork into a filing cabinet and await a stipend with gleeful anticipation? Ask yourself this question, because I do all the time:
Are you out there?
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