…scribe something so aggrandizing and delusional to their fixed position in space-time as “purpose.” Only a human would take the sum of all random acts of biology, chemistry and physics since the dawn of time that led to their chance existence on this miracle planet in this chronological micro-blip and filter it through a lens of “meaning.” It’s all meaningless. We are all surrealist punchlines in the grand cosmic joke of the universe.
“I had a moment of clarity today. I realized I’m terrible at things I’m not 100% definite about. It’s clear that I’m not 100% definite about the work we’re doing together (or whatever the relationship represents). I’ve tried to force things to happen because I genuinely love and respect you, and what you do. But it’s become clear that I’m not 100% in this relationship, and probably never will be. I don’t want to waste any more of your time. I’m sorry I haven’t been upfront and honest with you or myself. I wish you the best.