Pondering Purpose

Purpose. 

It’s all the rage it seems. Find your purpose, and life will make sense; you’ll finally be happy.

I used to do a lot of thinking about what the total purpose of life was and also where my own purpose fell into that, and it only seemed to bring me sadness. Mainly because I couldn’t really pinpoint any sort of purpose. And so that was when I started pondering the idea that maybe there is no purpose. No purpose to anything.

I mean what is life? Why are we here? What does it all mean? Is there really a reason we are all living on this Earth, just kind of floating around, trying to be something we’ve been conditioned to believe?

What if there isn’t a purpose to our existence? What would happen then? What would people do?

Sometimes I wonder if this whole idea of having a purpose is just something those in religious leadership made up in order for us to believe in something, but I won’t get into my views on religion, that’s for another day.

If people believe they have a purpose in life, they can then feel as though they are working towards something that might make an impact, help them feel better about themselves.

But what if our purpose, and also the overall point of life, is just to be here living it? Would that be enough? Pondering this idea, that life having no point is kind of scary, but yet oddly freeing too. Because if there is no point to life then we can all stop trying so hard to search for one. One less worry on our minds I suppose. Maybe desperately trying to find out what our purpose is, what the point of life is, is a major cause of our stress. We’re all running around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something greater than ourselves. If we were to let that belief go, where would be be? What could be accomplish then?

I think it’s also just my tendency to be negative about life, but sometimes trying to be honest with ourselves and looking beyond just the clear skies is needed in order to see the bigger picture.

I mean I can obviously see why believing you have a purpose in life would make life seem more fulfilling. You feel more connected and feel as though you were making your mark on the world. Nothing wrong with that.

So to each their own. And maybe there is a little of both beliefs. A balance if you will.

I guess that’s where I’m struggling. Somewhere between believing there is a point and purpose to my existence and knowing there really isn’t a reason why I am alive, going to a job I hate just so I can argue with a boss I despise, only to make enough money to pay for things I don’t need but I’ve been told I need in order to live the human life.

It seems a little like a trap to be honest. Like maybe at one point in history there was a method to the madness, but somewhere along the way we obviously lost it. And we’re just too far gone now to get it back.

So how do I live when I believe there is no point? I live to enjoy the act. There are so many beautiful things about being alive and living in this world. I’ve been trying to find the little miracles within each day, watching the sunrise or set, seeing a flower blossom, paying attention to the sound of a loved ones laugh, their smiles, watching my dog be insanely happy, etc.

I mean, what is the purpose of a dog’s life? To be alive. To live. To be here and to bring happiness to others. That’s a pretty awesome purpose right there not going to lie.

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