What is the point of life? What role does every seperate person posses in the play of existence?
The purpose of our existence is to help others- to make others happy. What else would make sense? Does this even make sense? Posting in a blog that so few people read, spending 15 to 30 minutes trying to explain to the world how I feel? The one thing that drives all of us to stay alive is the rest of the world, which cooincidentally, is also the one thing that can drive a fraction of us to not stay alive.
Whether you make music, run a dog grooming service, open up a night club, renovate an old corner store to convert into a coffee shop or even spend 8-12 hours a day in a small cubicle working cases for an orthopedic surgeon you've never met... you still contribute in a small way to society. And when you buy something, you play the role of the consumer. Every bite you took of that bagel this morning turned a profit for someone else in the world.
There is no epic conclusion to this post. Feel free to converse amongst yourselves.
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