For some reason I can't come to the conclusion as to what our purpose is. I know everyone has a different idea of what were supposed to be doing here but, for me I can't figure it out yet. Most people tell me it's because I'm young and haven't quite seen the full effects of life. Yet, I sit here and I can't help but think, much of what I've seen people only have nightmares about.
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I think when we start to ponder as to 'why we're here?' or something along those lines, it's a beginning or a foundation to a strong belief. I've crossed the same path. Now I believe, even if there can be so many purposes for our life, the ultimate is to do our BEST and live life to the fullest - in a good way, and we must always try to stop whatever's bad with goodness. And always, always, always, be thankful and grateful for anything and everything. Even if we're left with nothing, be thankful, for you are still breathing.
Your message was really thought provoking. I couldn't stop myself from sharing what I believe. Thank you.
Yeah, you most definitely have to stay positive during the bad times in life, which is hard, but you have some form of faith. I keep this quote on me, and I can share it with you
“Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.” —Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
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