Porridge over Auckland

Porridge over AucklandAs my friend Peter Mason once said “a breakup always puts me in an existential mood”. These last two months after the breakup, especially over my birthday, have got me thinking: what is my purpose in life and when will I know that I have achieved it?

“Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless”

That’s how Ecclesiastes starts. It’s a pretty reasonable conclusion.

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