The purpose of purpose

H: Why the face?

S: (glumly) I'm confused.

H: About?

S: (eyes widening in anguish)About what to do. About The Purpose. My purpose.

H: Hmmm

S: It's just that... (confused) I keep searching you know. I've read read read and then read some more. Texts of all sort. Sciency, Spacey, Philosophy, things to do with chi. I am not sure what or why, I feel like I'm waiting for the alignment of all things to occur at some point. I am afraid to stop searching. In fact, I am not even sure of how I would be able to. No one sees my search, it means nothing to anyone else. In fact, most people would just scoff at me. They think I am wasting time, whiling away time. But that's not true.

H: I guess most people just get along with their day. So much searching leaves no time for action, you know.

S: (opens mouth)

H: Uhh huh! Let me speak... Maybe it's time to pick something and just do. Idleness may not lead to results.

S: Where do I start? 

H: Anywhere, pick a point.

S: What if it's wrong?

H: You will find that out eventually.

S: But...

H: But what? It's also a form of a search. So you aren't stopping.

S: I guess you are right.

H: (grins) Yeah, I usually am.

S: (starts to smile) Whatevs.