It is written...

I received this email in my inbox today from a friend:

I'm glad I met you. Your random, bizarre often incomprehensible messages always cheer me up. It's nice to know someone out there will abruptly stop in the middle of the day to tell me something completely spontaneous, often interesting, sometimes superfluous.

I guess your false idol, Alan Watts, is right. I've lived my whole life believing I was here for some purpose, always looking ahead to the next step, never content with my environment. I wanted to escape from elementary school, I wanted to escape from high school, I wanted to escape from college...now I want to escape from my job. I look back now and see how I've pissed it all away. How many friendships, how many happy moments, how many awesome experiences did I lose out on because I was looking to fulfill my non-existent purpose instead of simply enjoying life? For the longest time I always said, "I just want to get through life as quickly and painlessly as possible, I want to do whatever I was put here to do and then leave." What a waste.

Whatever. Nothing left to do but move on, keep charging forward, into oblivion.