I have been met with sadness recently.
Not a big deal. Emotions are just fleeting directions of an unreliable breeze.
But still. I am a scientist. I am highly educated (not to mention, aside from formal studies, an intense personal drive to learn). I know an extraordinary amount about human physiology and biochemistry.
I know an extraordinary number of people I care about who are literally killing themselves with not only the foods they eat but also the way they eat.
And for all I advocate spreading well-being, I am more chiefly an instrument of peace, meaning that my current purpose is primarily to help people find contentment and joy.
So I begin to question. Perhaps my primary purpose should be to help people live healthy, fulfilling, and prosperous lives instead of merely taking enjoyment and calling it a victory. (Am I selling myself short?)
But how to do that without being a douchebag? Nobody listens to a vegan about matters of health, no matter how highly educated he or she is.
Uncertainty is the most constant state in the universe, and I embrace it. The path will find me or I will find it, and time shall eventually reveal.
Anyway, this was my lonely birthday night concern this year. Be well, treat others well, and - most importantly - treat yourself well.