Once upon a time, there was a boy with a heart full of life, eyes full of dreams and his head in the clouds. He loved to hang out all by himself. He would smile at the most unusual of times and cry at the smallest things. Not only that, but he would do his best not to complain from someone else in life, for he knew all he ever will have or will need is himself. His life went on, very simple and uneventful, while others found their missing pieces of life. He tried to put himself in other shoes to see why what he thought and did was very different, but he never understood. They all looked so happy, and he looked so gloomy even though he was not. He thought to himself, "Maybe it is not me who is different but the world". Maybe he was envious or jealous of the things others had, but when he got them himself, they felt empty. Imagining himself having everything did not feel like a faraway dream but a cold dark empty dream. He did not get it. If having everything makes you feel empty, then what makes you feel full of life inside? What is it that is actually real and not a distraction from the continuous marching of time towards our end? He looked towards the universe, since it seemed endless and forever eternal. Turned out, even something big as the universe had a lifeline with a specific time. He pondered from one question unto the next, in search of something that he did not yet know. No matter how many thoughts he poured into this simple questions of life, the questions never seemed to end or make sense in the end. One question rang in his head like a bell ringing constantly nonstop, and that question was, "Why is it we humans go to such long lengths to achieve false glory, power and more distractions than to use our minds to figure out the questions of existence?" He has never figured out why to this day because no reason would be big enough to stop searching for the purpose of your own very existence. In the end, he never figured out anything himself and just kept blabbering about nonsense in an antagonized, painful voice. His story one moral could be this according to me or maybe his story is just nonsense like him.
Just like you searching for your own purpose by watching other humans. Just like him. If you keep looking towards everywhere else but not yourself, you are truly lost. Our purpose, peace, or whatever you want to call it, for one matter it's not in the outside world but in our hearts instead. No matter how much you search for yourself in other people, you will not find anything. Your peace for your being and existence is inside you but not in the world and universe. The universe and the world do not care about you. You do.
