I often ask myself what is the purpose of life. We live and we die, and in between we stress, we get depressed, we get sad, and we fight to fit in in a society in which our inner self could never fit; if we set our spirit free, society will not accept us. Because of it we hide, and play a part; we’re actors.
It that purpose of life? To pretend to be someone? To pretend we’re normal when we’re not?
Some people know since their early years what they want from life, I didn’t, I still don’t. I love everything, or at least a significant amount of stuff.
I like writing, I like singing, I like art, I like History, I like Archaeology, I like Biology, I like engineering, I like Gardening, I like Chinese, Japanese, Italian, English, Latin… etc, etc. Oh, I like so many things! I can’t decide what I want to do or be. I don’t know what I want.
A couple of years ago, before college, I tried doing an Aptitude Test… Because well maybe it will chose my life for me, seeing I couldn’t do it myself. It was worthless. It said I was good for any area. So I was back to not knowing what I wanted or what I should do. I still don’t. I like archaeology, but what I like about it is the artifacts. I hate digging… (Unless I’m digging a grave or something like that). But I don’t like carrying buckets. I like the details…
In my country if you want to be an archaeologist you will either teach, or carry buckets non-stop all day. Almost no one studies the artifacts. And that’s the part I truly love.
I like History. But I don’t see myself doing it for the rest of my life.
So what’s the point in life? To chose something? To just stick to doing one thing for the rest of your life, and settle??
What’s the Purpose of it? To pretend? Not grown as an individual? To just survive until you die?
What’s the Point? It is worth it? Why should we have to decide? Why can’t some people just do many things? Why do you have to be a specialist in ONE area to be taken seriously?
I hate the way we built the world and society. I wonder how it would feel if we had made differently. If it didn’t matter who you are, and how you look to others. If you didn’t have to find a purpose.
What if you didn’t have a purpose, and could just live? What would you do? What would you feel? Why do you have to have a purpose at all?