There comes a point when you start asking yourself, ‘What’s the purpose of my life?’ And eventually, you might realize—there isn’t one. Think about it: no matter what you do, the end is the same. We all die. Even if you believe in leaving a legacy, remember, one day Earth itself will be consumed by the Sun. And if you’re optimistic enough to dream of interstellar travel, even the universe has an end—though no one knows exactly how.
It’s a sobering thought, and it can feel overwhelming. But for me, I’ve found some peace in this: the purpose of life doesn’t have to be grand or eternal. It can simply be about finding joy in the present moment. If something frustrates you, it’s okay to step away. It’s okay to let go, without letting the fear of judgment hold you back. Life is short—make space for the things that make it worth living.
While all this aside, remember that it took (at least for now, if we believe the Big Bang is the starting point) 13-14 billion years of random coincidences to bring us to where we are as human beings today. You can either do nothing or work hard, but make sure to enjoy it—just don’t ruin it.