The Purpose Of Life Novels & Stories

I sit up, eager to hear him speak. “Three years ago,” He begins, “If anyone asked me what my purpose was, I’d have been unable to answer. I never really had a purpose and I only did things that I believed I could profit from. I knew a lot of things that most people wouldn’t care about. I knew how to bake, cook, write, paint and a whole lot more. Doing one thing didn’t excite me so I thought doing tons of different things would do the job.” “But none of those things really made me feel alive. And just when I thought I’d continue living like that until I’m old and toothless, someone dropped a miracle at my door.”

Why are they called ungrateful? What is the purpose of life? To give our parents the life they couldn’t have? To live for ourselves—or to live the life they couldn’t live? I blame them, yet I’m old enough to decide what’s right and wrong for me. Life is surreal and lovely, yet I wonder endlessly about purpose. I know mine: living the life they couldn’t. I cannot change that.

It has to be him and no one else. After all, he is not here if not because of her mother. He owes his life to her, and to pay it back, he must make it his life’s purpose to keep Elinor away from harm. So, this is how it feels like… when you finally know your purpose in life. He thought to himself. *****

"Dhruv is just too powerful. I heard he's equal to the moon goddess in power, defeating him would certainly be impossible. Don't waste your life, Lucan." "What's the essence of a life without a purpose?" I frowned, confused by his question. "I don't get what you mean." He took some steps towards me. "Everyone was born with a purpose. I was born with the fullmoon birthmark for a purpose, and perhaps my purpose was to defeat Dhruv instead of falling in love with him. The mistakes I couldn't correct years ago is what I want to do now. I don't care if this would take my life, but at least I died trying to protect the kingdom and Amelia. She might not know about my existence, but I have to do at

He waited for her to turn her head towards him before he continued. “Always!” “Everything that I have experienced so far should already stop me from dreaming that dream - you know, finding a purpose. That purpose is always to find my human like my mother had told me - to make a difference in that human’s life and to allow him or her to make a difference in mine… That dream had saved me, propelled me to not give up although I do not know how long I can keep chasing.”

Blushing she murmured: "Well... Kind of... You know... Pleasure is pleasurable." Claude laughed softly : "Pleasure is pleasurable! How poetic." "This was one of the life-changing lessons I have learned." "What else did you learn?" "Do not seek pleasure for itself." "That's deep." "That's everything. We seek pleasure for another purpose so it will have a meaning." "The meaning. I spent years searching for it." "Meaning... Purpose... Those who live without them are better dead."

You are here because it is your destiny. You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny... You are existing because of a purpose. You are here because it is your destiny... That keeps running through my brain like a broken plate. I want to smile bitterly. Am I existing for a purpose? Because I think that I have no purpose in this world. My life back on earth is not that good. If they say so, I will be exiled. I'm smart, but I don't have parents. I don't even have a decent house because I'm just renting an apartment that looks like it's going to be destroyed in just one earthquake. I don't have things to be proud of... Beauty? It is only just a skinny dip and b

I exhaled slowly. “Then what’s the point?” Silence. Long. Different. Because that question. didn’t fit here. Then. “No defined endpoint.” “That’s not what I asked.” “I know.” Another pause. Then. “Point is not required for existence.” That hit deeper than anything else. Because I had always assumed. everything needed a purpose. A goal. A reason. But here. existence didn’t justify itself. It simply. was. I focused again on the other patterns. Watching how they interacted.

Everything and everyone around us has a purpose in our life. They helps us find where we belong. They helps us understand life better. They helps us build our future and ourselves. That's what I believe until now. But at this time, at this exact moment, I don't know what's going on anymore. I don't know what's the purpose of everything that has been happening or the purpose of everyone around me. Are they helping me to find where I belong? Because I honestly think they don't because I feel so lost that I don't even know if I really belong here.

Many people call it art. I accelerate a bit more. I want to keep feeling the fresh air hitting my face, reminding me of that palm tree near the pool. I'll miss those good moments, unforgettable ones. However, I have the chance to create new ones. "I want a life! Yes, I want to recover my life." Yes, I want to recover my life, the one that's full of optimism. I have to keep going, not going back to the same old thing. My purpose in life is to make sure my aunt is happy and that my life doesn't end abruptly.