I find that my purpose is separate. The question I am answering is a question whose intention is to procure an answer about the purpose of our existence as human beings. That is, in the same way that the sun’s purpose is to [?], the rain’s purpose is to [?] and the purpose of flowers is to [?]. Whole things, entireties of collectives. Less often do we consider the purpose of each flame that latches onto each other to make the sun, or each droplet that falls in tandem to make the rain. For what would their purpose be? To look into that microscope is to look outside of what is already accepted. So I shall examine through the lenses unseen. I shall not follow an ethical boilerplate. I reject purpose. No longer is my purpose separate, it is nonexistent. I shall not let a preexisting precedent determine the reason I breathe. Purpose is the poor man’s desire. To be me is to be free and I will not let anything interject.
Kevin Lowman is a fourth-year majoring in Marketing. KL998241@wcupa.edu