Purpose.

“The reason for which something is done or created, or for which something exists.”

Humans seek purpose. We see it as a necessity.

“What is the purpose of life?” we often ask, constantly attempting to find a reason for our individual existences. 

The most common argument for purpose comes from religion. That God created us, that our purpose is to devote ourselves to Him or follow His teachings. 

I do not think this is the case.

Rather, I believe everything to be purposeless. 

The cosmos, our lives, our deaths - all without “purpose.”

There is no reason for anything, for you or me, the sky and the earth.

We simply are.

This notion goes against our very core ideas of life, however, consider but for a moment:

There is beauty in something without purpose, because it is truly free.

A purpose is no different from shackles on your feet. A purpose drags you in a singular direction, with no care for the possibilities which lie outside your reach.

To understand and embrace our inherent purposelessness is to award yourself the freedom to pursue the many possibilities available to us in our temporal existence.

So cast away the chains of false purpose and be free. Free to do anything. Free to simply be.

• Cotton Schalver

“He who knows nothing, loves nothing. He who can do nothing understands nothing. He who understands nothing is worthless. But he who understands also loves, notices, sees. . . . The more knowledge is inherent in a thing, the greater the love. . . . Anyone who imagines that all fruits ripen at the same time as strawberries knows nothing about grapes.” 

Paracelsus