A while ago, you asked me what keeps me going, and I just shrugged.

It came it to me today.

Hatred of the ego. I aim to conquer it. Once I achieve this, I will be able to do anything. I will be absolutely perfect.

Then I won't need you.

I told you that I got trouble at work. But you don't care. So I won't care either. And I won't care that you don't care. I will continue to strive for blissful perfection that comes with not caring.