You do not find your purpose.
You live your purpose in every moment.
The ones that seem planned;
And the ones that seem random.
If your purpose is to be the greatest artist: you should
achieve this, know it, and age happily.
Nothing lingers more than an unforgiving heart.
A cycle that keeps on going until its complete.
A life that keeps on going until its complete.
Your purpose is not making, experiencing, or doing anything.
It is to love yourself onto completion.
The path of life contains no goal.
No beginning nor end.
No infinite plans or secret purpose to reveal.
It is the quest for deeper feeling of the one moment.
To feel, to know, to remember the love of the cosmos... the
self... And how it is always there outside of time, loving you.
Purposelessness is the longing for a death you do not fear.
You are Nothing.
And there is Nothing there.
(You are Nothing and there is Nothing there.)
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