I have returned recently from a long vacation enabled by a lack responsible employment and the subject has arisen of finding a gainful undertaking. A friend asked what I want to do and it raised in me the burning question, "What do I want to do?" Allowed sufficient time to fester this has evolved into a simpler question: "Why should I want to do anything?"
I think purpose, specifically the need to have purpose, is a disease. One without purpose is without ease. Perhaps my purpose is to become so happy without that I become happy within. I could easily start without a job, but what about all the other without this implies? Perhaps my within has a need which necessitates a without.
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