Discovering a sense of purpose amidst the societal flotsam and jetsam of this modern age is oft an elusive object of desire, depending on one's discrimination. Upon stabilizing one's day-to-day survival mechanisms (a daunting task in and of itself), an individual faces the plethora of intricacies that make an insect colony look like the simplest of equations in comparison. Guided by ancestral hit-and-miss policies, personal preferences, and the limitations of one's immediate environment, one may foray into this morass of life-altering choices either armed to the teeth with knowledge, or blithely blind as a fool counting clouds.
Yet, the essence of this situation remains similar regardless of one's approach. Any cost/benefit analysis is deceptively comforting as the fool's glib optimism, when one considers how often a studied approach leads to circumstances just as unexpected and potentially unsatisfactory as any state of unpreparedness might. Still, whilst one wheedles one's way along their journey to Lord-knows-what, even a misguided sense of purpose provides said individual with a framework with which to cloak the ultimate randomness of the oncoming future. Accomplishment of a series of duties that lead to an expected conclusion aside, one must consider the basis for completing a task as a seperate effort.
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