We often wonder what our purpose in life is, and we see many other people who are wondering:
“What is my reason for being here?” (I know this is a ‘suicidal’ question; often we have asked ourselves ‘why’ when it comes to the question of living . . . not that we are suicidal by any means, at least not today; haven’t been in awhile, and don’t plan on being there – ever again!)
But what is the purpose of life?
Why . . .
It’s simply to go on living.
Life is about living; living every day as you should . . .
in the day, the now, and the beauty of the world.
Seeing every detail there; taking you back to your ‘first time’ viewing this thing…
Life is about exploring the universe – warts and all – using all the senses you’ve been giving.
Life just wants to survive.
Ask anyone. Ask a simple organism. Ask a singular cell. Ask even a simple being – a prion, for example . . .
It might have something to say . . . whispering the secrets of life…
“Go on. Go on living. Enjoying each and every day. Despairing in the dark moments; rejoicing in the sun; bearing the crest of winds; exposing your breast to them; feeling their pain – and knowing you can survive again . . .”
Something to talk about with your friends.
Life is about living; about creating memories and dreams … about not living too much in the next day, or despairing over what was done – learn from them. Learn about living and dreams . . .
and may you live one.
A good one, at that.
and an interesting one, too!*(* but not too interesting . . . there’s something to be said about an interesting life . . . an ancient Chinese curse, I recall someone hearing . . .)