Life is like an invisible race. When we were children, we thought that when we grow up, we will understand everything, the meaning of everything will become clear. But as we grow up, we realize that many questions have no answers, at least not easily. Among these questions, one of the biggest questions comes up again and again: What is the purpose of life?
I have often asked myself this question. Is waking up in the morning and going to the office, returning home tired at the end of the day, that's all there is to life? Is there any deep meaning in being stuck in this same routine, carrying big troubles with small dreams?
A friend of mine suddenly said one day, "How come you smile so much every morning before going to the office? I always see you stressed, yet there is a special peace on your face." I just laughed, because I was also looking for the answer at that time.
We all fight every day with ourselves, with time, with the glare of society. I myself have lost this battle many times, I have been broken many times. When my father died, it seemed like everything had stopped. I have lost loved ones, broken dreams, and life has made me cry many times. But still I get up the next morning and set out again, why?
Because I have learned that the purpose of life is not a fixed destination, but rather a moving path. Someone once came, maybe for a very short time, but his words, his teachings changed my life. Maybe that person fulfilled his own purpose, leaving a seed in me.
When we are disappointed, everything seems in vain, all efforts are worthless. But this sadness, this suffering, this struggle makes us. Failure teaches us, loss makes us realize. Life may end before we find our purpose, but in that search lies the meaning of life.
I still have to get up every morning and go to the office. Sometimes I don't want to, sometimes I want to shout "No more!" But then I stand in front of the mirror, look into my own eyes, and think that I have to keep going, because maybe today I will say or do something to someone that will turn their life around.
There may be a hurry, because time does not wait for us. But even in the midst of that hustle and bustle, stopping to look within yourself is real life. The true purpose of life is formed by the small love of oneself, the momentary peace, or the joy of helping someone.
In the end, we will all die, this is the reality. But until death, we live, learn something, love someone, and someone loves us. This path is the essence of life.