purpose

I don't know quite how to say this.  I want to wake up.  I don't want to live half-assed anymore.

I love Jesus, who said to us:
Heaven and earth will pass away.
When heaven and earth have passed away,
my word will remain.
What was your word, Jesus?
Love? Forgiveness? Affection?
All your words were one word:

Wakeup.

'Tut, tut, child!' said the Duchess.  'Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it.'

How strange is the lot of us mortals!  Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he senses it.  But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people - first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies are bound by the ties of sympathy.

Every life is precious. Every life is important. Every life has a purpose.

What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places?

The purpose of our lives is happiness

Life is too meaningful to die.

I know what the world exists for, but I know not how it came into existence. I see the design, but not the designer. I understand the question, but not the questioner.

The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.