What gives your life meaning?

What keeps me going? A purpose. In this case, philanthropy, of all things.

If there's one defining trait of human beings, it's defiance. Humans simply will not allow themselves to be hampered by their limitations. We cheated our way to the top of the food chain, we've beaten back nature (damn near throttled her to death, even), overcome our inability to fly, and are even throwing the finger to death itself as medical science advances.

As the old adage goes, life isn't fair. I'm going to do something about that. I'm not smart enough to come up with any plans for world peace, or negotiate kindness into people's hearts, but what I can do is redistribute resources. It's not enough to just throw money at charities, you have to be intelligent about how you invest your funds so that it does the most good. I think I can do a better job than Bono.

But first, I have to establish a stable financial base for myself, and then figure out where that money's going to come from, in a way that doesn't fuck over the little guy and defeat my own purpose. So, one thing at a time. I'm not going to fool myself into thinking I'm going to radically change the world all by myself, but individual human achievement is measured in baby steps. It's when all those tiny individual efforts start to add up that you see progress, and I intend to do my small part.

Jam it back in, in the dark.