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Nihilism (from the Latin nihil, nothing) is the philosophical doctrine suggesting the negation of one or more aspects of life. Most commonly, nihilism is presented in the form of existential nihilism which argues that life[1] is without objective meaning, purpose, or intrinsic value. Moral nihilists assert that morality does not inherently exist, and that any established moral values are abstractly contrived. Subsequently there are no moral values with which to uphold a rule or logically prefer one action over another. Nihilism can also take epistemological, metaphysical, or ontological forms, meaning respectively that in some aspect knowledge is not possible or that contrary to our belief, some aspect of reality does not exist as such.

The term nihilism is sometimes used in association with anomie to explain the general mood of despair at a perceived pointlessness of existence that one may develop upon realizing there are no necessary norms, rules, or laws.[2] Movements such as Futurism and deconstructionism,[3] among others, have been identified by commentators as "nihilistic" at various times in various contexts.

I was a paperboy at the time. I didn't take my job too seriously- so usually I would just throw the newspapers haphazardly towards the residences, and keep on going on my bike. Sometimes the papers would wind up getting snagged high up in a hedge- sometimes they would slide under a parked car. I didn't really care.

But there was one day I'll never forget. It was an early fall morning as a I peddled down a very nice street in a posh neighborhood. There was a man waiting by his mailbox at the end of his driveway down the street. I tossed my newspapers as I always do- sort of aiming for the center of the driveways, but not really taking care to be precise.

As I made my way slowly down the street, I noticed that the man just kept standing there at the end of his driveway... staring at me as I got closer.

I was beginning to get a little bit wary at this point, because I suddenly got the feeling that he was waiting for me.

It turns out I was right. When I peddled near to his house, he waved me over. "Come here, boy!" he said. It was very authoritative. I remembered because no one ever really called me 'boy' like that. It was off-putting.

"I want to show you something," he said, and beckoned me to follow him up to his door. I thought he was going to show me where he wanted me to put his newspapers. I felt a little embarrassed that I had tossed them so lazily.

But to my surprise, he opened the door to his house, and motioned for me to follow him inside. I was a little bit surprised, and I guess if I had been thinking clearly I wouldn't have done it, but I was young, and didn't really know any better, so I followed him.

He left the door open behind me, and I realized he wasn't going to ask me to come in any further than his small entry hallway. He pointed to the pictures on the wall. I recognized some of them- George Washington, and Abraham Lincoln... but there were all sorts of people from different points in history.

"Do you know who these men are?" he asked.

I nodded. "They're the President's aren't they?"

He nodded patiently. "Some of them are Presidents, and some of them aren't. This one here is Thomas Edison, the man who invented the light bulb. And this one Mark Twain, the great American author."

I nodded dumbly.

"Do you know what they all had in common?" he asked.

"They were are really smart?" I said.

He shook his head. "No, they were all people of fortitude. Do you know what that word means?"

I shook my head, no.

"It means they possessed strength of will," he said. "It means that if they do a job, they do it right, and they do it with integrity."

I didn't know what to say.

He continued, "I want you to ask yourself if you're doing your job with integrity."

I could feel my face turn red. I didn't say anything.

"Listen," he said, "from now on, when you're on your bike delivering papers, I want you to think about all the people who depend on you to do that, and I want you to ask if yourself if you could be doing a better job for them."

My mind was racing, trying to think where I could have thrown this man's newspaper that he would go all the trouble to give me such a lecture. Did I throw it on his roof yesterday or something?

Before I could respond, he sent me back on my way. I handed him a paper, and sheepishly continued on my route.

But every house I visited from then on, I would walk right up to the door and leave the paper on the steps.

The next day, before I went on my route, I wrote dozens and dozens of little notes- they all said "have a nice day!"- and I stapled them onto the papers before I went out. This time I did my whole route by walking up to peoples doorsteps. I kept this up for several months- each day with a different note. My route took me about twice as long to get through, but it didn't matter. I was determined to have fortitude- whatever that meant.

One day, peddling down the street, I saw the same man, standing by his mailbox. By the time I got to his driveway he was already walking inside, motioning for me to follow him. So I set my bike down and went inside.

This time he walked passed the entry way, into the main part of the house... I followed him with a bit of trepidation. I wonder if he was going to lecture me again- though I couldn't imagine why. I'd left his paper right at his doorstep everyday!

When I got to his dining room, I saw an elaborate meal on the table. A feast, really. He told me to sit down and have a plateful of whatever I wanted. I took some of the delicious food, and as I chomped away, he told me that he was very impressed with the job I'd done, and at how much integrity it showed.

He told me that he worked in the government, and that in a few years when I was old enough, he would like to give me a job working in his office. I thought it was a nice offer, but I didn't even ask him what he did. Kid's can be a little slow that way. He gave me an envelope on which was written "Fortitude Tip". I could tell there was cash inside. I thanked him warmly and headed out the door.

On the way out of the house I noticed the door to his den was open- inside I saw a whole mess of metal and wires on the desk. A weird humming emanated from the room.

"What's in there?" I asked.

His expression changed- I can't exactly describe it. But he closed the door to the den and told me not to worry about it. He ushered me outside quickly but gently.

I didn't see him again for some time- but I kept writing little notes to hand out with my newspapers. Sometimes it would be the same thing to everyone, but sometimes I would personalize it. 'Nice roses this year' or 'your car is the envy of the neighborhood!".

For the man, though, I would make an extra effort to write personal notes. I ran out of things to say, so I would try to find quotes from books. Mostly stuff about fortitude and integrity.

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