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All I Care About at 25 Years Old Is to Be a Useful Human Being
When “contributing to society” becomes an obsession.
“It’s like if I serve no use, where will I get my purpose from?”
— Oso Oso, gb/ol h/nf
When I was a little boy, all I cared about was having fun. When I was a teenager, nothing is more important than looking cool. Today, at 25 years old, one thing bothers me like nothing else: being useful.
I can’t bear feeling useless for a single day. Uselessness is the one feeling I dread the most. I never wanna experience it if I can help it, so I frantically find ways to make myself useful.
And I’m not doing this to win the rat race. Of course, I love money like everyone else. But money is a means to an end. What I crave first and foremost is a sense of “usefulness” — that what I’m doing means something, that it actually makes a difference. I want to prove, to myself and everyone else, that I’m a useful human being and I deserve to exist.
I’m not sure if this is a good thing.
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