My dear,

I don’t know why so many of us work ourselves to death every day. I mean, do you really think that we’re actually here because the universe needs one more person to push one more piece of paper around? I just can’t believe that so many people think that the universe’s plan for us is to chase money from the moment we’re able to spend it, to the moment we die. And the worst thing is, we’re not even happy in the process!

I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.

There you go, I just saved you a bunch of time being miserable.

Falsely yours,
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.