Minutes slipped into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into years. Time changed. His office did not. He came in every morning looking for something. He never found it. He was looking for purpose. He was looking for life.
Women entered his life. Women left his life. When he was alone, women angered him. When he was in love, women consumed him. When he was in between, he hated himself. He seemed to always be in between.
Work meant very little. He worked. There was nothing else to it. There was no difference between good and bad work. There was only work. It kept him alive.
He sat at his desk. He stared out the window. He thought about leaping. He thought about dying. He thought about crying. He thought about love, loneliness, and mediocrity.
He convinced himself what he was looking for would be there tomorrow.
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I know you think the world is run in a n ass backwards way. I think on a lot of fronts that you are right. The public sector is providing mediocre services and crowding out the private sectors provision of the same goods. You have a vision of a world that is better than this one. Get to work making it come true. If there is a greater or more noble challange I am not sure what it is. Is the economist above persuading others that there is something better? Find something small that you can take on and get moving. You don't need purpose, you need focus. Thanks for the book.
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