What is the Purpose of Life?

A poem by Stan Hayward

You have to examine this with your own being - how are you energy seeking energy?  

How is life finding a purpose in you?  

What is the one energy you can’t live without?  

Is it Love?  

What action do you take daily that isn’t based in some part on love… either love of ‘your’self, or love of another self?

I am repeating: If you are a hammer then everything is a nail

If you are a nail expect to get hit and don't complain

If you are a butterfly and meet a hammer you will be lucky wise or dead

The question makes a common and wrong assumption...

That YOU have a purpose in life YOU DO NOT

NO! NO! NO!

You do not have a purpose in life Life has a purpose in you

Life could not care less whether you live or die

whether you are smart or stupid

whether you are ugly or beautiful

whether you are rich or poor

whether you are young or old

whether you are healthy or ill

whether you are striped or polka dotted

whether you laugh with delight or scream with despair

Life only cares that you

carry it

pass it on

promote it

succor it

protect it

Life has one purpose only the seeking of available energy

That is all nothing else

there never was

there never will be

If you don't understand that you will never understand anything

Life has no interest in your silly games

fantasies

imaginations

rituals

philosophies

Arts or Sciences

Victories or defeats

Undying loves,

or burning hates

Life does not care

if you stand on a thousand pedestals

and be praised in every land

any more than it cares if you die alone,

forgotten in some arid desert,

bleached by the sun

You are the purpose of life

Life does not ponder on you

Species come and go

Some swim, some fly,

Some seek gold at the ends of rainbows

Life does not care so long as it continues

Ask the wind why it blows

Ask the river why it flows

Ask the Sun why it glows

Ask the cloud why it snows

Ask the grass why it grows

then ask Life what it knows...