I know my job

If no one makes the world better, the world gets worse. Fortunately, the universe often forces us to do things that make the world better. Otherwise, we would not be here.

As thinking beings, we have choices. We can sit back and hope other people make the world better; we can submit to the forces of the universe when they force us to do things that make it better; we can make it our job to do what we can to make it better—even when we don’t have to. I choose to work to make it better.

To survive, we must work; even begging and thievery take work. We can’t choose whether to work, but most of us can pick what kind of work we do. We can select the type of work that helps maintain the world; we can choose work that helps improve the world. If we’ve accumulated enough, we can live off what we’ve put aside. We can live off the work of others—under laws intended for the greater good, or by individual agreement. We can live off others by deceit or theft. I choose to maintain and improve the world.

Responsible parents make the world better by converting useless zygotes into productive people. Bobbi and I made the world better by producing three capable, responsible, socialized, educated women from our zygotes. They set to work making the world a better place. And now, parents themselves, they work with their husbands to make the world better by raising responsible children.

Work and parenting don’t take all our time or all our resources. What we do with the rest of our time is our choice. We have plenty of time to spend making the world better and plenty of time to spend letting the world get worse.

My Past Self improved the world somewhat, but he always believed he did less than he was capable of doing. In a sense he was right, and in a sense he was wrong. He did try to improve himself so he could do more but failed at most attempts. In that sense, he did as much as he was able. But all problems can be solved with the right knowledge. If he’d known what I know, he could have succeeded. But he didn’t know. He had no one to teach him and did not know how to get the right kind of help.

He stumbled on, looking for answers and slowly he’s found them. Generations of Past Selves have accumulated the knowledge that they’ve delivered to me.

We are each the best tool that we’ve got for making a better world. I now see that my purpose and responsibility is to improve the world—starting with myself. If you have a similar purpose, I hope that what I’ve written can help you.

If you don’t have a such a purpose—or any purpose, I recommend you choose one that improves the world. If you don’t select a purpose, the universe will force one on you. Fortunately, the universe forces most of us to spend at least some of our time making things better—otherwise, life would not have arisen and evolved, and civilizations would not sustain themselves and grow.

If you don’t make it your job to improve the world as much as you can, that’s your decision to make. But please step aside. I know my job, and I’ve got work to do.

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