True Purpose
There once was a man
His job was to count nuts for the squirrels
Every day, he'd count nuts
Every month, he'd get his paycheck
Every year, he'd question his true purpose
He'd ask himself the purpose of counting nuts
Still pondering, he went to the bakery
The same bakery he always went to
The same kind old lady
The same delicious bread
Until one day, the old lady got sick
With no one to make bread, the man no longer could enjoy bread
That made him realize that only some jobs have true purpose
His job wouldn't change anything of value in the world if he stopped
Her job would change something of value in the world if she stopped
This awakening led him to quit his job
To find a job where he could make a difference
A job with purpose
A job with True Purpose
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