Purpose of Life? It is what you make it!

Hello, and welcome to "How Can I Make It A Better World?" All world one happy family.

On this site you will find some suggestions as to how to make this, our world, a better place to live in.

The suggestions are very mundane. They deal with my day to day feelings and activities. The
rationale is that by controlling my feelings and activities I can make my world a better place to live in, for me.

If a reader of these pages is in a similar situation to what I am in, and should he adopt any of my suggestions, perhaps his world, too, will be a little better for him.

As far as I am concerned, I then have done something to make this a better world.

PURPOSE OF LIFE? IT IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT.

I used to agonise a lot over the purpose of life. I used to say to myself, "If only I could know the purpose why I am here, on this earth, I would be able to work to my fullest potential to fulfil that purpose, and thus feel happy and contented."

For most of my life I drifted along, without any particular aim, coping poorly with whatever I was obliged to do, hoping life will show me its purpose for me.

At some stage I thought the purpose was to be one with the ultimate source of all creation. That is, in my being able to still all my mental activities, and just recognise the Creation of the Universe in my very soul. I tried meditation as a means of getting to that stage. But to reach that stage needs more concentration of thought and devotion to that aim than I could muster up under the pressures of daily work.

That, to merge with the Creator, may well be the ultimate purpose of life. On the other hand, the true purpose may well be beyond human understanding.

Now I know that the purpose of my life is what I make it to be. I have to be the person I want to be. When I take my last breath, I should feel happy that I did the best of what I set out to do. God will not ask me why I was not a Saint? God will want to know why I was not me.

I am reminded of a smoker who went to a psychaitrist to be cured of his smoking addiction.
The psychaitrist asked his patient as to why he smoked.

The patient said, " I do not know why I smoke. You are the doctor- you tell me why I smoke."

My waiting for God to give me an answer to my purpose in life was like the patient asking the doctor for his purpose of smoking.

I now know my purpose is to be fit and healthy, and be creative, to be able to put into words,
my thoughts and feelings. Tied in with that effort is the hope that my concepts,
learnt in a long life, may help someone else improve their life for the better.

I now try to live to that purpose, and oddly enough, I find enjoyment in doing so. To that extent, my world is a better place to live in, for me.

Thank you for reading my article.

I wish you all the happiness in the world. Shree-1