My hope for the meaning of life

I don’t know if there is a purpose to the universe. But if there is some grand plan, some distant purpose, I have a hope.

I hope that the success of the universe is predicated on the sloth and inaction of a single individual. I hope that the fate of mankind twists on the ability of one person to effectively bumble his way through life, living comfortably, having a good family, but never accomplishing the great grand things he was so obviously intended to accomplish.

I hope the universe has this a central purpose. It would be good for this to be the case, because then I will be in the running for being that man. I will be living my life to its fullest potential.