Maybe...

Life is ultimately not about I, but we.

To find purpose not for the sake of me, but us.

To ask questions like "What's the meaning of life?"

To be the messiah of the broken, the outcast, the condemned, and to one's self.

To try.

To communicate.

To understand.

Because we are neither this body nor this mind, no.

We are the soul.

We are the experience.