purposelessness

The problem of purposelessness arises not because of a flaw in existence but because of a flaw in the compability of our conditioning with existence.

We may not have been born for a purpose but we were raised to serve a number of them. And when we look deeply into them, we inevitably find that none are ultimately of any lasting meaning. We then naturally infer that our life is without purpose, since our conditioning leads us to believe that everything we do should result in some productive and meaningful end. Preferably one that improves upon the present.

But really, it's our definition of purpose that's faulty. Life itself is a purpose. It's purpose seems to be, at the very least, to exist, to grow and to dissolve.

There is no landmark for improvement or meaning. We may project some here and there depending on our own personal values but objectively there is no one purpose. As far as we know for sure, life just is, and it is in constant flux. Growth may be visible in some areas but there is always just as much decay to complement this growth.

Why can't we be the same? Why should humans be an exception? Why can't existence be our purpose? To exist, to grow, and to dissolve?

To live can be a purpose, an end in itself. To take full advantage of the opportunities we have here, even with all the limitations. There are countless avenues granted us for play, exploration, adventure and love. Why not take them gratefully, even if they are temporary? Does everything good really have to last forever? Would they still be good if they did?