Our purpose...

Its a piece from my diary.. a look at my idea

 

May 13, 2008 1:30 Am Tuesday

                I finally found out the purpose of life (ive probably told it to you before) but people loose id guess memory of what they already hold with time. I was watching Meet Bill; it’s a movie about a kid and a guy, named Bill (duh !!). So Bill finds his wife cheating and in while escaping mentoring the kid they both learn valuable lessons about themselves + each other.

                You see everyone looks @ life like a big hard process, like a puzzle. We look at all the pieces we have to put together; we look at all the times were gonna get pieces that don’t fit. We 4get the greater purpose. What is the purpose in life? It’s really simple… Its not to reproduce, or to be remember in history, and its not to ha be the richest b*****d in the world.  

Its to caz a change in someones life. To help them while they finish their own puzzle. A push, a laugh, or a helpful hand to reassure them. Its

As I take my pen and trace my legs as if im drawing them, I think… Empty. But I write these words as I hold this notebook on my naked legs. Why? Why is it so hard to understand? Why is it so hard to figure something rite in front of us? Is our life meant to be with problems and fear and sadness? Is it all a part of our purpose, something that will never change no matter how hard we will try… Is our purpose just meant to enjoy what we have this once one time…  

The song on my iPod changes and I exhale b4 I notice im getting a headache X_X. Is a dumb person like me not to find out what all of this ever means or is it that its one of those things that well never find out…

I would think my idea is true logical [But then again E= mc² is logical, even true doesn’t mean that I get it. Chuckles <.<].(Course my idea = my being bias) I would suppose many others have thought about it too, doesn’t make it rite. But if you really believe in something it’s rite to you. Should that be the only thing that matters?

Thomas snuggles next to me in the couch, and this next song is slower its entitles “I’ll be” by Edwin McCain its really pretty… “I’ll be your crying shoulder, I’ll be loves suicide”.

So is does our purpose explain why were meant to be with someone? Does it mean… My toes are cold. Gosh I love my legs LOL far away from topic *wiggles my toes*. Hopefully, as I grow older life will just make more sense unfold, like a flower rose blossoms to show its beauty. Everything’s meant to be, no?

Latta <3 xoxoxo

P.S You might say what’s the point of that? Why help someone? B/c were condition to believe its what we should do? That as a society we should care? That its in our best interest? Is it? Karma probably? I think maybe its just caz we cant do it alone. That’s why A friend told me: “like it or not, we have a family and friends”. Caz even if we like it or not they all make an impact on us.  Even tho if we wanna blame them for what our life has been since our experience w/ them. It really is our decision and our life…. Just us running We can run but, how long are we gonna run from reality… I think this has always been my purpose. Whats yours? Or the worlds? Do we all share the same purpose?? Maybe we just have to go back to the beginning and just answer why?