today, (12/7/24), i talked to a stranger who felt (to my stranger-hood knowledge) comfortable with many of the roles they were ascribed, the same roles that have irreversibly changed my life, the same roles that, when given to millions of other human beings, have led to their death. i talked to this stranger about this fear i have broken my back to carry for my whole life, and it seemed  they had done the same. work until you die. go to school, go to college, get a job, work, die. you have heard it complained about before and you are sick of those complaints. what is your purpose in life. while talking to this stranger, i was given air to truly think about this overasked question. the following is a timeline of my side of the question, some with commentary. next page - >