Purpose
If you ever look around while walking down a street, or a footpath or even look down your balcony. You would see all these people going about their respective lives, doing chores, working, commuting to work, returning from it, running, jogging, or even sitting.
I wonder looking around that all these people, all these employees, students, walking, sitting or even standing; Do these people know why they even came into existence?
Do they know why they are at their respective places, at their respective positions engaged in their lives. Why they exist?
Existence and purpose are considered pseudo questions related to religion and philosophy and what's truly revelationary is that people, in general, do come across these dilemmas, students deciding their career paths come across it, professionals going through an existential crisis go through it as well.
Maybe the questions we are asking are wrong, The famous poisoned arrow parable gives a great example.
A man wounded by a poisoned arrow refuses the treatment he’s about to get unless he is made aware of the name of the horse, the archer was riding when he shot him, the name of the fletcher that made the arrow that struck him, the type of feather on the arrow, the material of the bow that propelled the arrow, you get the idea.
The priorities of the wounded man aren’t the most efficient. Instead of getting treated, he’s more fixated on doubts that serve no purpose to aid his suffering.
I have said this in many of my previous stories as well.
Life is what you make of it.
You are steering the car of life. It's all under your control.
Don’t let anyone else take the wheel.
Until then, Hang tight.
You’ve got this.
Signing Off.
AA.
