What do I believe my purpose in life is?
I do not have a clue.
Some say whatever goals you make in life is your purpose. I do not agree. Life purpose, I would think, would be more along the lines of destiny. I could get into all the angles of the Forrest Gump philosophy but I believe it would be worthless in the long run.
Famous people probably know what their life purpose is and, presumably, boost about it on occasion. Did they know what their reason for their lives was from the time they were children? I would think most of them did not until the one turning event happened, maybe even later than that.
I imagine someone like Albert Einstein did not give two hoots about this line of thinking until he developed his theory of relativity in his later twenties. He was too busy doing what he loved to do, create new concepts for the world. Maybe he did not think about life’s purpose even then.
Why am I here?
So far, I have not seen the glimmer of any evidence that would explain the motive for my existence. I may never discover it either. I might have already fulfilled my purpose somewhere in my past, making any time after that a drift on the sea of life until the end.
Other animals do not ponder on such prattle. They live their lives out the best they can and be done with it. I do not think this means they think only of the moment at hand though. If that was so, they would not prepare for danger and would not migrate to other areas to find food.
My life is full for the most part. Sure, there are lulls when I am bored and restless but usually, my life is adequate and even entertaining, although not always in a good way. To speculate on my purpose for my existence in this world usually strikes me as being fruitless and inconsequential.
Life is here for me to live through. Pondering on the why will not make it easier. Nor will it make it disappear.
“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt