"He who has a why for living can bear almost any how." -Friedrich Nietzsche
Purpose was such a funny word. A meaning, a will, a way for living. Purpose was why something is done.
It's funny, because,all your life,you have had one purpose.
One purpose.
Watch out for Sam.
It took many forms over the years-
"Take your brother outside as fast as you can"
"Watch out for Sam, shoot first and ask later"
"You don't leave this room. You watch Sam."
"You either save Sam, or you kill him."
So what do you do if your purpose is obsolete? What do you do if your purpose is gone,thousands of feet below the ground? What do you do if your purpose is dead?
What do you do if you have failed your purpose?
"You go,and you live that normal,apple pie life, Dean,that's what you do."
You drive across the country with an empty passenger seat. You ignore his jacket laying across the back row,his cell phone in the cupholder. You follow your last purpose all the way up to a porch,and you ring a doorbell.
And you live a purposeless existence.