Defining my purpose

Many times in life, I was asked to describe myself and to define my purpose.

To describe myself is easy though irrelevant; to define my purpose is a far more interesting and compelling task.

I do not know how to define myself, where I come from, or what my purpose is and maybe I don’t care for such trivial information. What is important is the theory of existence and why it is a purpose in itself. So many of us lead our lives without a Definite Theory and feel free to crib about the different parameters that affect us in many ways. Every day is either a pleasurable experience or a sorrowful path, of varying degrees. Comment on this and pat comes a conditioned response about pleasure and pain being opposite sides of the same coin. Well, I beg to differ.

I believe man’s true nature is happiness and nothing less. We were born to be happy and, if we’re lucky enough to change our perspective, we would die in peace as well. This change in perspective is what’s required and we’re offered so many opportunities to do so, but eventually we turn a blind eye to all of these, sticking to the earlier dictum about the coin and its two sides.The coin was made by man, happiness being a natural state.

If we are to live, realize the purpose so that we may live meaningfully. There is only one way for bringing happiness into our lives. Believe that it is our birthright; realize that it already exists within us. The only necessary work is uncovering that which is. Toss the coin aside… let us reclaim that which is rightfully ours.

So tell me, should I choose to describe myself? Do I need to define my purpose?

Hmm… Guess I’ll choose happiness… And my purpose: To live life the way it ought to be lived.