I’m watching this show about this man who found what he loved to do, found the people he loved to help, but because of other things, he isn’t allowed to do it anymore. He keeps getting calls from the people he used to help, but he has to tell them he can’t help them, when he can- he has to defer them to other people- he has to keep living his meaningless existence, doing nothing, helping no one, because nobody will allow him to do what he was meant to do. And I’m watching this man in the TV slowly die inside, slowly give up, and slowly accept that he will never help those people again- he will never fulfill his purpose- and I can’t help but wonder if the man in the TV is actually just a spitting image of me.
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