The purpose of life isn’t money or happiness. It’s being useful.
My uncle retired at sixty-two and was dead inside by sixty-four. Not literally — he’s still alive, still sends forwarded emails — but something left him. He’d spent thirty years as a civil engineer, fixing drainage systems in small municipalities nobody cared about. He complained about it constantly. The bureaucracy, the ingratitude, the low pay. And then he stopped, […]
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