It used to be to cause mayhem and fuck shit up.... and fix things.

Destruction and creation.

I mean, purpose is just a variable that you assign value to...

Now... I just don't know anymore.

I suppose it could be contributing to the growing emptiness residing within... but... it's not unusual to feel unfulfilled... even if you achieve goals.

Everything is temporary... even happiness.

I just don't know why I'm not feeling it.

There's definitely something missing... but I don't think it's a grand purpose, or not living up to what I might think I was put on this earth for at this time... Or falling short of my potential.