I realized recently that my life has no purpose.
I’ve spent my entire life thinking there was one, preordained path with my name on it and if I looked hard enough, was open minded enough, my purpose in life would reveal itself.
Well, I’m calling bluff on all this “purpose” baloney. I no longer believe there is one purpose for me in life. I’ve wasted too much time searching for my purpose. I’ve even tried not searching – and letting my purpose find me. Needless to say, it didn’t.
A passive belief in an invisible purpose will no longer weigh me down. I’m ready to stop worrying that I’m taking the wrong path in life, I’m done waiting for my purpose to show up, I’m ready to just be.
It’s been a mere three days since I came to my purposeless conclusion and I already feel like a new person. It no longer matters what I accomplish or don’t accomplish in my life. My life has no purpose. My life is deemed a success simply by continuing to exist.
I hope this doesn’t sound depressing to you, because I feel nothing short of empowered. If my only role in life is to be, than I am free to live however I see fit. No purpose, no expectations, no judgements.
To you, it may be a simple realization, but to me this is earth shattering. I’m no longer aimlessly wandering through life in search of a purpose, I’m setting my own course and feeling perfectly content just living my life.