I’m not sure there really is a purpose. That may sound nihilistic. It isn’t. We all run around like headless chickens trying to improve our lots. Ambition is seen as a good thing.
I have no ambitions. I used to but they ultimately brought me disappointment. I liken ambition to hope. Both are false promises. They are made of diaphanous material. They are the floaters in my eyes. I pay them no heed.
I work with what I experience. No-one can tell me how to live my life. The whole point of life, I believe, is to be alive. It’s not to make money, be a success or eat organic. The point is the living.
No-one has the answer. No-one can dictate.
My purpose is to keep breathing til my body takes it’s last breath in this reality, then I’ll be more in another reality than this one. I’ve never questioned life after death. I’ve always taken it as a given.
I’m not religious yet I see truth at the essence of religion. Do I believe in God? I’m not sure. I do feel that everything has a complexity and simplicity to it’s structure that is so beyond words and explanation that I guess using the term God may in some way describe that.
All human concepts about life, the universe and everything are expressed in human language. That’s why I love the language of dream. It’s free, morally and symbolically. There are no constraints.
Just because a bunch of humans say something is so does not make it so for you. They are not the boss of you. Your life is yours to live how you wish.
I choose to live mine quietly, passing time breathing, eating, sleeping, dreaming, laughing, loving, being loved, being annoyed, sad, angry, depressed, buoyant, cynical, terrified, anxious, ambivalent, confused, relaxed, aware, inspired, alert and all the rest, just waiting for the ultimate trip into the next bubble of immensity.