The Purpose Of Life Novels & Stories

You grow within. Repetition is a mistake, even if right though. Is stressed or strained. What a joy is pain, when it teaches you of disease, when it helps you live. All for a purpose. Rest for a cause. But you need a reason to laugh? To open the mind? To be heard? To be thought? You need a purpose in life. You need a cause. There are multitudes of difficulties spread as alarm. You need a reason. What you should begin with? Where you should start?

I was now back at home. It had officially been three days since I saw the lifeless eyes of Samuel, the love of my life. My heart kept bleeding and no matter how hard I tried to get it to stop, it didn’t. The more I tried to forget or feel better, the worse I felt. Life looked meaningless, and everything seemed so random. What was the purpose of life? Why was I even walking around on this planet if I was going to eventually die? We have such brief times living before we die, and why we live, we have no idea what purpose we were given when we were brought into this world.

Every person has his or her own purpose in life. That each of us has a specific reason why we were born. There are moments when life would make it hard for us to understand our purpose. And there are also times when everything may seem to be working in our favor. The bottom line is we all have our own stories to tell. And it’s up to us if we want it to end as a happy story, a sad story, or a tragedy. Because we are the only ones who have the power to decide on how our story goes.

He didn't believe me. "Don't forget the five years we have invested into it. Don't forget the purpose of why you are living. Why you are breathing," Uncle always repeated these sentences in front of me but for the first time, all these words irked me. It irked me to think I had no purpose in my life. The only purpose in my life was to kill someone, and bring his empire down but what's next? What will I do once I have taken my revenge? He continued, "Don't forget about the vengeance we planned," I tried hard not to run away from him, his cottage. Even the air was suffocating me.

Perry sighed. "Part of being a good person is harnessing and embarking on your purpose - otherwise acting only on feelings will cause everything to be rootless." Perry said and the twins creased thoughtfully. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS.

"I wasn't doing anything much except for thinking." "Awesome!" Maria widened her eyes. "What were you thinking about?" "Life," Abby replied. "And what about life were you thinking about?" "Just life." "Well elaborate and help me out in this your crazy dilemma. What is going on that your mind is tied up in knots?" "I just thought about life and the purpose of everything we do." "Oh! Right! Well, sometimes things have no purpose except to make someone either happy or miserable and that is why we need to live every day of our life as if it is going to be our last day on earth."

Or should he ask why I had run off to someplace far away from him? After a long pause, he finally asked the question that weighed most on his heart. "Is Kate… really never coming back?" "I can't say for sure." Steve started pouring Cole a cup of tea before continuing, "Kate had studied very hard this past year. Getting into Brightmoor Aeronautical University is no easy feat. "Before she left, she told me that her dream is to contribute to the development of the nation's aerospace industry. We need to respect her decision. Our country needs young people like her, who are passionate and full of drive."

Thea closed her eyes. “Dare I ask what your purpose is?” “My purpose is to create life in more forms than you, even as gods, can fathom,” Life said. “And mine is to refine it,” Death added. “That’s why you helped us defeat Lilith?” “Your terms good and evil are simplistic, naïve, and reductive, but with your current ability of understanding, I will use them. Evil wants to stifle and destroy life. Good wants to keep it going. We’ll keep the good influences around over the evil for now. Sometimes destructive forces are useful. You already understand that, though.”

I asked. "Well, first of all. Life's purpose," Grandma Jo began, "it's not about one defining moment, dear. It's about all the little moments that make up a lifetime. And as for death," she continued, "it's a part of the journey. We can't change that, but we can embrace life fully, every day we have." "Do you think you've lived a life with purpose?" She blinked at me when I said this, and I rushed to explain myself. "I don't mean to offend you in any way. I just want to see how you perceive the world we live in."

Every breath reminded me how little time I might have left. I knew every life carried its own purpose. The creator had set down rules and paths for us all, separate from the Moon Goddess. My father always said we would leave this world once we fulfilled that purpose. This existence was merely a test for something better. But exhaustion weighed on me now. I could barely hold onto that hope. Would serving my purpose bring any happiness? What was my purpose anyway? Saving Levante? The questions looped endlessly, refusing to settle.