Perfectly Purposeless

Everything just is, and simply happens. There is no divine plan. There's no designated purpose to existence. There's no inherent meaning to life. There's no particular point in doing anything.

Sounds like someone in the throes of deep depression, doesn't it? It's no wonder that people have created all manner of stories to avoid having to come face to face with this reality.

But, in fact, it's far from depressing. It represents ultimate freedom, setting the stage for our free will. How many people want to go to a college where there's no choice in curriculum? Everyone wants to be able to choose their own trajectories. Life is the same.

If you're strongest desire is to be a lemming, then the undesignated nature of existence would be a problem for you. But if you desire to be the master of your own destiny, then you're in luck. The universe is structured perfectly for you. We have the luxury of being able to set our own courses, to create our own agendas, to design our own purposes.

We may have a little karma or genetic predisposition, but as far as our choices are concerned, we're blank slates. Life's a blank slate. And our minds are boxes of a thousand colors of chalk. Write an equation, a story or a song, create some art, embellish something that someone else has scrawled, or just doodle. In short, have fun with it. It's entirely your call.

We're presented with the privilege of picking our own purposes. It's a happy situation. Rejoice! And don't fret the decision making. There's no right or wrong, and no contracts. We can change course, any time we choose.

It's a perfectly purposeless scenario.