“Purpose has become more important than money to me.”
“Can’t say I understand.”
“I have to be about something.”
“OK.”
“It is searing me..”
“What is?”
“Not having a purpose. I’m not saying I don’t have one.”
“I didn't think that. I guess.”
“There is one, but not answering to it creates an incredible problem for me, you understand?”
“I’m trying to.”
“Money starts to disappear. It just becomes like this thing that pays your way or gives you a few nice things or solves some problems. It loses its luster. It climbs down off of this pedestal and becomes muddy. Purpose pierces through and invades my day. It demands my attention.”
“How?”
“Because life becomes a few nice things, some problems solved. It becomes this thing that you just have to survive. You have to just make it year to year.”
“You’re making this difficult. I’m just trying to make it.”
"Don't you want to figure this thing out?"
"What thing? You are born you die?"
"But what if it is this huge skipping record for thousands of years till you stop and try to figure it out."
"But what if it's not?"
"Right. The normal way has depressed me."
"Your sad."
"Yes. I have been, which is what this conversation is all about."
"Of course."
"Arn't you?"
"Yes, of course."
"Of course."
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