The purpose of life
While a kid, I was having the impression that we need to do something big in our lives, something useful, important, not spend time on stupid things.
Today I realized that I was not right. My mother found a big insect in our backyard, it was eating our plants. And she killed it. What was the purpose of this insect in her life? Did she do something "useful, important, not stupid"? No... It was just eating, moving around, enjoying life. Then it got killed.. But it's fine: she had a great life. At least she HAD one.
I guess it's the same for us: the majority of people are spending their time entertaining, reading, talking, relaxing. And it's perfectly fine! I think we still do something useful, but not in physical world, I mean we build good mood, and we spread good emotions for all the universe. And I like this point of view..













