And yet, now and then, there is this sense of emptiness. Of purpose. I work a lot. I am not always sure what for. I think a lot of successful people from my generation are hitting this wall right about now: they’ve burned themselves to a crisp, and the check-book isn’t the source of joy that it used to be. I find myself drawn more and more to the simplicity of my old professor. Here is Morrie, looking death in the eye—every morning he gets up, the ghost is a little closer—yet he maintains this optimistic, even cheery outlook.
