I had one of those philosophical dilemmas this week. They usually come during the mundane...this time it was driving to work. It was the age-old question of "What is my purpose?" In response my brain answered with "Some day someone important will jump off a building and land on me." That is it. My purpose is mundane existence until that one moment when I will fulfill my purpose and furthermore be totally useless.
And this was early enough in the week when I still had a slight motivation to go on. Now what?