#108 My Purpose

So, very recently, I think I might have realised a purpose.



Don't worry, it's ridiculous beyond measure.

Soon I'll realise that and join the rest of humanity without one

After all, the search is almost certainly the bit with most interest and pleasure.



But, it hasn't escaped my notice that I've been lucky.



That certain decisions have gone my way

That life has thrown me pre-made lemonade

A folding table to sell it on, nice weather to sell it in (at least, on a typical day).



So, I'm getting suspicious



I've done nothing to deserve this

I've been kind to others where I can, but I'm certain

There are other, kinder souls whom life never deals nice hands, fate never blows a kiss



Why then. What is the cause of this?



I think I might know. See, I've never given into vice. And I ponder.

I don't know how I'd handle addiction, because I've never gone near any

But casual multiverse theory research makes me wonder



About the other me



See, if you believe in redemption on earth,

You believe that your life could have been better

But you screwed up somehow since birth



My life has been too kind



I could have done better, but my circumstance couldn't have been kinder at all

I'm not sure I could be blessed better than those I know

I'm waiting for pride to give me a fall



And I think it might be this



That in some dingy alleyway

The me that started drinking, and was unable to cope with addiction

The me that fell harder

That never had people to inspire him

That circumstance was never kind to

The me that so easily could have been

That other me is going to see into this world. The one that could have been.



He'll see what I've become, and wonder (like I do) how on Earth life could have turned out as it did.

Then our universe will snap away as the other me finally vows to sort his life out.

If Hollywood has taught me anything, it's that destiny loves an underdog kid.



As the purpose of our multiverse is fulfilled and ended



I wish him best of luck this night

That other me, so far away

But I'm not going down that easily without a fight



See, if I can keep screwing up just enough

I can stop myself from being that motivation

Our universe can keep going, if I can make myself tough



It may seem unusual to be avoiding your purpose in the world

But, hey, it's mine. It's the only one I get to decide.

And it might just give you the time to let your own destiny unfurl.

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