Essence Of Life, The Search For Purpose, The Hustle Continues Regardless.

Whave you ever pause to ask yourself a very important question which is, why are we here, why am i here, why are you here? It's a rhetorical question.

If death is certain then why were we given an opportunity to live?

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Babies are born. People die. Just like that.
Some come into our lives just to teach us a lesson or maybe to remind us something we lost sight of. And then they go.
Sometimes it’s just silence that they leave behind. Other times it’s pain. Real deep pain.
Loved ones die, and they don’t come back. No matter how much we wish, or cry, or pray. They just don’t.

Then comes that phase, the big question, what really is the purpose of all this?
Why are we here if we're just going to end up 6 feet below someday?
Why hustle so hard when in the end it all fades?
Why wake up every single day just to go to a job where you’re not even appreciated or respected?
Why keep going when it feels like you're barely surviving?

There are moments I look in the mirror and wonder,
What's the point of everything?
We fail, we fall, we cry, we learn, and then again we fail.
Sometimes life feels like a never-ending loop. One moment you're smiling, the next you're just broken inside but can't even show it.

Purpose, It’s such a heavy word.
Finding your purpose is like trying to chase smoke. Some people figure it out early in life, others keep searching till their last breath.
There’s so much fear wrapped around it.
What if I never find it?
What if I’m not good enough for anything meaningful?
What if I’m just wasting my life chasing shadows?

Still, somehow, I get up each morning.
I dress up, I smile (even when I don’t feel like it), and I head out to face the world again.
And I know I’m not the only one. Many of us are on this path, just pushing, trying, surviving.

What keeps me going? Sometimes, I don’t even know.
But other times, it’s my mum’s voice in my head reminding me that I’m capable.
Or the thought of my younger siblings watching my steps.
Or maybe it's just hope.
Yeah, hope that one day I’ll figure it out. That this hustle will pay off.
That life will make sense someday.

Even if we don’t have all the answers right now, maybe just the fact that we’re still trying, maybe that’s enough for now.
Maybe purpose is found not in the big things, but in those little efforts, those little wins, that quiet strength it takes to try again after every failure.

There is nothing we can do about lifes hassle, or death, or sorrow, but we can as well try to create a story that would never be forgotten generations to come

So yeah, the hustle continues regardless.
Because giving up isn’t really an option.
Because even in all this mess and confusion, there's still a little part of me that believes, life has meaning.