I have no purpose, no passion. As I have in the last few years, last night I also felt a sadness that comes from feeling like I don't have a reason to be here. I'm not saving the world, I'm not forging new territories, I don't have kids to raise.... I'm just a lump of humanity living on an earth that's dying and when I die no one will care or know any different.
I want to go back to bed. But I can't because I have meetings and work to do. But what does it matter? Am I really "empowering people and businesses"? And to what end? So we can all bury our heads more in technology? Be more busy? Feel guilty about spending time with friends and family and in nature instead of working? Is work my sole purpose here? I hope not.
It makes me sad to think that all my stuff will just be junk once I die. No one to give it to, no one who wants it. I guess that means I should just get rid of it now so no one has to deal with it. Or give it to someone who might care now.
It sucks to feel this purposeless, worthless. This sad.
Gratitude: I'm grateful that I made it to work on time!
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