I sometimes think that a big part of finding a reason for life is a just matter of finding a job the right size for us. A task that fits us as people, something to do with the time, a purpose. Preferences differ - some like a task that is exclusively their own, something only they are working on. Others pick a task that must be cooperative, impossible to do alone. In either case they will either want to see it finished in a their lifetime, or long after, or even not at all - like the perpetual maintenance of a garden, why should we need our great works to end? It sounds so simple doesn't it, even if you disagree? There is just so much to do, and any given person is usually such a capable animal - given the chance. With such a choice, who could fail to find what they were looking for?
And yet it doesn't seem to work that way, at least for some of us. It isn't that we don't see the problems, or care about the solutions - we might even have some idea about what they are, but they seem to be on a different scale and the wrong shape for us to interact with them. But perhaps this is just a combination of those old excuses about one man/woman not being able to make a difference and that detestably aloof attitude that some problems are just beneath your efforts to solve them, draped in a pseudo-philosophical smokescreen. I'm not honest or introspective enough to know which.
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