Purpose

Purpose

“The object toward which one strives or for which something exists; an aim or a goal”<sup>1

Have come to the conclusion that life has no ‘higher’ purpose at all. It is only the fight to survive and procreate. There is no other meaning to life.

Hello, I am 29 years 9 months and 21 days old. The ticking hours, seconds and femto seconds irrelevant, as I do not know the time of my birth. Birth into this world, as a progeny of a species to perpetuate its own kind, birth with a given set of instructions to survive, birth into this world that I too may add to the survival fitness of my kind.

I’m disillusioned. Disillusioned that there is absolutely no purpose. Why do our elders fake it and say that there is a role for each one of us on this planet? A buffering of the bitter truth that there is nothing special - our only aim is to survive; our roles only to make survival more comfortable?

I related this to a few friends of mine and they say my time scale was way too off, don’t think on species level but to narrow down to the present, not think too deeply. They talked about friendship and love and happiness and emotion and passion and companionship, a conversation that we had together, to be occupied, to be entertained. Isn’t religion, prayers, meditation, spirituality, film, theater, song, dance an invention to keep occupied as we know not what to do with free time away from the fight to survive?

It troubles me that quarrels, familial disputes, local and global wars we bear are nothing but for survival.

Is it really so stark, so brutally black and white?

¹ The American Heritage Dictionary