I lived now for nearly eighty years, seemingly without purpose.
There must be a purpose in that !
There is still hope that I discover this purpose, because in the end, when the balance sheet of my life is ruled off, there should be a balance – or not?
Some people think, “God is Love”. I don’t believe this. Love is only the grease that makes life bearable. The more love there is in our lives the less we squeal.
When we are born we scream like mad because of the rude awakening. That moment is our own expulsion from paradise. We realise at that point, a priori, that we have been released into the world to find, not our purpose, but THE PURPOSE !