#86 You Are a Tool That Will Be Used and Then Forgotten

You rise each morning to a purpose you call your own. But if that purpose was stripped away—if you knew, with absolute certainty, that no one would remember, no lesson would be extracted, no story would be told—you would still rise.

You know this. That is what terrifies you. The meaning you chase is a soft pillow. It lets you sleep.

But the one who wakes without it climbs mountains. Do not ask whether your efforts will be counted. Ask whether you would do it again, even if the cosmos never blinked.