Meaning and Purpose

A book is nothing. It is made out of fibers from nature. It is made from fibers of trees, leather, ink, plastic, and whatever else books are made out of. A book is nothing until someone makes it into something. The pages were empty before someone made it into something. The pages contained no marks until someone made those marks. Books contain people's thoughts, feelings, emotions, stories, desires, and so on. Books are nothing but they are something because we gave them meaning.

The same thing can be said about life. Life was nothing. Life never existed until someone created it. Until someone gave it meaning. Until God created it. Life then progressed further and further, and now human beings give life its meaning. The responsibility for our life has been handed down to us. Not only does life exist but people now have their own stories. Every person lives a completely different life. No one's life is exactly the same. Not only does each person have their own story but they do not always understand their own story. When we do not know our story then people start to wonder what our purpose is. Why are we here? What is our job? When do we do our job? When do we take risks or tell someone that we have feelings for them? How and when do we know to make all of life's complicated decisions? Life is easy but it is also hard at the same time. Life is simple and complicated at the same time. Life is beautiful but it can also be ugly. Life is not just one thing. It does not have one meaning alone.

We cannot always control what happens in our life but at the same time, we can. We are in charge of our actions, reactions, and feelings (sometimes) but we cannot always control the outcomes of our actions. We live life the best that we think we can.