My father has done everything in his power to ensure that I have a good life, but I find myself unable to find a cause worthy of inexorably dedicating my own life to. Many of my friends seem fairly content in seemingly meaningless positions, but I am unable to rationalize expending my only lifetime to such a fruitless endeavor. Am I hopelessly alone in this sentiment? What is the point of life if not only to enjoy it? You may discount my position as the rambling of an incurable sociopath, but I urge you to refute this reasoning.
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