Article January 1, 1977 Issue

Work to Do

JOHN S. PARKER

It was 3 a.m., but I was wide awake.

What's bothering me that I can't sleep, that I feel a vague apprehension and unhappiness? I kept asking myself. Our family is OK. All of us are getting along just fine, and the future looks bright enough, I kept reassuring myself.

I stared into the darkness. Then slowly I began to realize I was bothered by a sense of futility, a feeling that I needed to be doing something more meaningful, as they say nowadays. Life had become boresome.

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