In the mind of God.

Sit there cutting up flowers, starting with the stem. Your two rugged hands pulling an endless rope. Chalking up boards and wiping them bare.You will realize one day that you no longer enjoy the things you enjoy. But you will continue with them, on and on.

There is great comfort found in opening cans of vegetables only to pour them into new containers and quickly lidding them back up. It’s soothing to wear a little black mask all day. The kind that obscures the area around your eyes and hangs a tail down your neck. You’ll keep an open mind about computers even as they disappoint you.

It’s best to write up your rationalizations for this type of life. Write them down each day and compare them to the previous day. Do this when doubt arrives, as it will each evening. Slowly, putting all of it together, life will make sense. Purpose will emerge. Your life is not in vain.

In most cases, this purpose will point to you purchasing and operating a miniature golf course.

Chris Weagel

Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

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