Little Diary

Purpose

I am here right now to talk to you about purpose. It's a funny thing, purpose. I mean, if you were to look to it on a higher scale, there really is no such thing. There was no plan that the sun happened to be the exact distance away from earth to support life. There was no, intention for a giant meteor to crash to earth, kill all the above ground creatures, and make mammals, more specifically humans, the dominant species. They were just little things that happened along the way. Of course, in a way none of us understand that. No one comprehends that we are a just meaningless waterbag apes, blundering around on the planet's surface. We fill our day to day basis with what we see as importance. We all believe that there is actual direction to our lives. All we are here for- well, all we do... is survive. But why? That's the real question here isn't it. Why? Why is surviving so important to us? Why do we love to live. Well that's the beauty of it. Love, and life. We hope, we dream, we set goals, we give ourselves intentions. We imagine an objective. So you could ask me, "What's the meaning of life?" to which I would probably answer 42, but... The only meaning is the one we give ourselves every day.

We create our own purpose.