I think that a lot recently. It has nothing to do with going through a crisis of the self. I'm doing just fine. But ever since I've been ghostwriting, at times I wonder, what the f*ck are we (I) even doing here. This isn't the first time it's crossed my mind. I remember vividly working under a pretty useless CEO once, who couldn't even formulate a comprehensible sentence in Telegram chats. The next thing you know, I see a book supposedly written by him in the Business section of my local book...