So, as luck would have it, I had a moment of clarity.
You see, I was never programmed with a specific mission to accomplish while on the planet. I don't know who made that error, but it's too late to go back to the moment before my existence began and check. All I can tell you is that it is better to know what one's mission is early in life, or one just kind of muddles through, half-aware.
Yes. At this late stage. In the cosmic sense, I'm giving myself a mission at the last minute, because I'm getting old enough that soon I will lack the energy to accomplish it. My mission will involve music. It will be self-directed; it won't come from a client.
Doubtless, I won't make any money with it. That's an unusual thing for me, as I was raised to believe that non-revenue-producing activities are a waste of time. But that's not true. In fact, I now believe that activities designed to pursue revenue, while beneficial and even necessary at times, are unrelated to living to the fullest.
So I'm going to do precisely what I want.
That's all I'm going to say for now.