Output.

Sometimes (like right now for example), I freak out about my massive uselessness. I keep screwing up, keep messing up. I feel like I'm a kid - I get a lot wrong, and can't keep on top of things. Except I'm supposed to somehow fund my life now. It's not adding up, and it's falling apart. What's the point of me being here? I'm just a black hole of resources - will I ever create a positive benefit in this world? Or will I just keep up falling behind, taking, needing, subtracting? But there's this idea that gives me a bit of light: maybe the best thing I can give and create, maybe what the world needs most, isn't economic output but love.