Ask Baba Yaga: What Even Is The Fucking Point?

Transcript after the jump.

Dear Baba Yaga,

I can’t seem to remember what the point of all this is. For the past three years I have valiantly done what needs to be done. Done what no one else is willing to do. I have grieved and lost and given birth and adopted a goddamn puppy and now I can’t remember why I signed up for any of that. How do I wake up in the morning with a purpose that is more interesting than being a plow horse?

BABA YAGA:

Plow-horses carry out the duty given to them by some Master. ;For some-such reason, you have decided there is some other being — some Master — telling you what is to be done. & if so valiant, on whose behalf have you gone crusading? ( Divine who you believe has made you such a toil-beast ; perhaps the Master is a fiction, & the field you plow used by no one.

Previously: “Was It a Bad Idea to Break Up With My Very Kind, Very Boring Boyfriend?”

Taisia Kitaiskaia is a poet, writer, and Michener Center for Writers fellow. She’s taking questions on behalf of Baba Yaga at [email protected].