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Trader Lenny, the forgetful scholar. Leader of the biscuit Brigade in service of the Church of Dadbod
Like when I look at society people struggle to reach a goal of comfort or happiness. Some people take drugs to forget the pain while others endure pain to gain fame or fortune. I see the homeless sort through trash to find something to keep them going in some fashion. I see people buy, decal, wear their interests and dreams. I find I don't have those things and I also don't feel empty either. I don't feel I am here for any purpose yet I find dying fearful in some deep crevice inside me and I cannot find the root of even that as I might find where I lack. I feel like my purpose is either exhausted or forgotten.