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Musicman I know. I would have checked out long ago when I realized that there was no purpose to living. That realization was not brought about by a sad situation. I wasn't suffering depression. It was a discovery I had through reflective inquiry.
Everyone is driven by a sense of purpose. When you are a kid, your purpose is to do cool things with your friends. Around the age of ten is when purpose in life begins. Teenage is the time when purpose become more intense with a heightened sense of self. Infatuation with someone drives the need to be accepted in return. This need drives the impetus of purpose to be a master of the universe as the richest man in the world or the most powerful idiot in government.
Purpose is distraction. It keeps you focused on something, anything but the truth that there is no purpose in life. Is there any purpose in pushing shit uphill? You may believe that you are living for the first time as yourself. Are you living any different from everybody else since time began? I know, you would think it's great to be the 47th US President even though the idiot doing this gig for the 46th time has created more shit for the next clown to push uphill.
Now that I have discovered that I have no purpose anymore than my heart has in beating to a steady tempo to keep the body alive, I just do as my heart does, tend the body till it's lights out. Hopefully, it won't be until my teeth falls out.
