Purpose.......

What is the purpose of life?
]This is likely to be the one of the first questions that one could associate with the birth of philosophy. From the eastern mystics, to the western orphics, tried they have to find an answer to this, yet none has succeeding in doing so.
How does one decide what the purpose of his or her life is?
We are born as dreamers and yet most of us fail to achieve our dreams.
Somewhere in between the dream and its possibility lies an ugly word called 'reality.'
Our purpose is thus molded by reality. We know what we are capable of, we know our boundaries, we know how high we can soar, and we know how low we can sink. Yet all these extremities of our self is controlled by reality.
Reality is a complex recipe composed of prejudice,ego,fear,disdain,disgust and through all of this a small beacon of hope tries to keep its flavor alive.
If we begin to move away from our perception of reality and try to take life by the reins and truly seek its purpose, we are alas lost to humanity as yet another being whose potential was wasted on seeking the truth rather than seeking recognition.
If we just once slow down from the grasp of our realities and try to look where we are headed we might just realize, that this is not the purpose our lives were meant to have, yet we continue to stay in the darkness, just trying to keep the beacon of hope alive.....

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