“What’s my Why?”
Oh, geeze. I don’t know. Um. My Why? Hmm. Wait, is that like, my “purpose” … on Earth? Wow. OK, let me think … (long, awkward, gut wrenching pause ensues) … man, I don’t even know where to start. And if I’m not curing cancer or ending world hunger … do I even have a Why?! Why is this Why? stuff so stressful?!
As it sits today, this question is broken. It’s simply too big. Too daunting. Unfair, really, to imply that we each have one, big, mythical obligation to the universe. And if we haven’t figured it out yet, welp, we better get on that before it’s too late!