What is the purpose of life? It is much of a hassle to ask the question. Can it really be that objective? On the first place, does life really had a purpose? My mind cannot decipher an exact answer to the question. Must it have been that even I who tried to live in this foolish life of mine hasn't seen any purpose for my existence?
I went to philosphy not knowing where I might end up one day. Should I be running an extravagant company in the middle of makati, a sales agent in one of the big malls in our country or maybe a call center agent speaking accented english over a phone talking to a blonde lady buying electonic appliances? This idea enters my mind oftenly since I went deciding my future over a course which does not promise a million-bucks-salary after graduation. People around me even joked that i might become an old hogged intellectual sitting under a tree looking up the sky asking : " Is their God?" Would I ever be a stereo-typed philosopher in the middle of the forest or the mountain ranges of sierra madre ( random choice... I was just there a week ago... haha) ?
I wouldn't want to end up like that. I would like to be an intellectual but never a nomad. But even knowing my occupation in the future doesn't give me the answer on the purpose of my life. I hate myself for venturing on things in my life eventhough I don't know any reason for me to do so. Almost everyone knows how happy-go-lucky I am. Without any hesitation I'd find myself in places I don't know where to or what for. I usually am in trouble because of my adventurous instinct but people around me are always there to help. Is this all that I am? Am i purposed to make problems and be saved afterwards?
I give a big deal on my purpose. No one exist for nothing, I so do believe. I hate not knowing what I am for. Taking to consideration the worlds magnanimity, what is my part in it? Am I just a dust, an add-on to this world whose beauty incompassable? Can I simply be nothing? Do I exist for that matter, for only the existing does have purpose? We should ask Descartes on that matter. Can he prove my existence?
(very philosophical... oohh.. please... its sembreak... haha)
(very philosophical... oohh.. please... its sembreak... haha)
I cannot arrive to any answer. I failed myself for I cannot see an importance to my existence. I'm nothing but a blank canvass waiting an artist to paint my art. Nothing is in my future for nothing is seen through me. Could I ever find an answer? That I couldn't answer but I believe I do have a purpose. I exist ain't I? Maybe not now but sometime later. I know it. I'm not just a dust or a hogged nomad. Im for something much better. A millionaire? A star? that i may not know for now. But I know I would be one.
It just might not be worth finding a purpose for now. But i'll live my days finding one. And as long as i am here. I have a purpose. I must have one. I do have one.
1 comment:
ive been asking the same question...
basta, live yer life na lang..
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