Purpose

A few years ago someone asked me what my purpose in life was.

Who knows how to answer that?  I don’t think that very many people could form a coherent answer to that question in a short amount of time at all–unless you want some HR or corporate mission statement level bullshit.

If you would have asked me this in high school or shortly after, I’d have said something smart assed like “fuck if I know” or maybe “be a cop”.  Life has a way of fleshing out the details, and 20 years later, I still don’t 100% know.  Smartass (2016ish) me initially thought “well, it’s something about enemies driven and lamentation of women”.

After some thought (of the serious kind), I think, that my purpose is to make a fucking difference for the better in the lives of my fellow meatsack wearing pale blue dot dwellers.

To bring order to the chaos. To bring comfort to pain. To go toward the problem and not shrink from it. To use the privileges, gifts, talents, random experience and fabulous education I inherited or pursued for the better.

At least that’s the best way I can think of to tell you what I know, what I like, and what I am allegedly good at.