Life without purpose

I had a very interesting experience last night. One of those things that you'd like to forget, but it just lingers, and you can't shake it. I met an older gentleman who suffers. "Suffers from what you ask?" Well he suffers from everything. Chronic pain, colon problems, depression, loneliness, spontaneous fractures, pneumonia, all the good stuff. When I ask if what he liked his reply was simple. "Nothing really."

It made me realize that life can turn into such a challenge sometimes. We build these huge inpenatrable walls around us. We surround uorselves with these strange false realities. I started to think about my own life. I work hard to not build walls, and be very transparent. With all the work I do, they still exist. I feel for the guy. I could see how I could be that crusty pretty easily.

Of course accepting the fact that we are imperfect, and have problems helps. It took me a long time to understand that everyone has issues. We are born with baggage really. Most of us are fighting for something from breath number one, all the way till our last. It comes down to purpose.

We are born with an easy purpose. Survive. Than as a child that moves into, finishing school, and making friends. College, once again is there to finish, and now money starts to come into play. Now the hard part starts. What purpose do we have? I think many find purpose from either money, or family. I myself don't have much of either, so my purpose is to help my mother, and dog. It seems minor really, but I think it's a great purpose...