The life purpose he was looking for was nowhere to be found. He had been searching for as long as he knew himself. He still did not have anything that he could label as the purpose of his existence.
He was tired. Tired of all the search. Tired of disappointments. Tired of being lost. His observation that all the people around him had found their purposes long ago did not help him either. He felt defeated.
He decided to call his most reckless friend. They would just do random stuff. No more serious searches. Just random living.
His friend had not changed at all. He had looked a bit older. That is it. His energy, his view of life. All stayed the same. He wanted to live like him. Maybe, not all people are meant for a purpose. Maybe he really did not have a purpose created for him.
‘Hey, why are you staring at me like that?’
‘How are you so happy when you don’t care about anything?’
‘I am happy because I don’t care about anything.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘If you think too much, you scare life away.’
Was he thinking too much? His friend answered for him:
‘And you think too much.’
‘How can you live without a purpose?’
‘What is your purpose?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘I know mine.’
‘What is that?’
‘To be happy. And I am fulfilling it.’
Would it make sense to chase happiness? How did one do it? Again, his friend answered for him.
‘You don’t chase happiness. You understand yourself and it comes to you. Happiness does not visit chaotic places.’
Did he know himself yet? His friend did not answer this one. He would have to find answer himself. Starting tomorrow.