When I was convinced of my inherent worthlessness, I sought purpose as a means to deserve happiness, while I abandoned the things that actually made me happy because they lacked purpose!
Looking back, the irony makes me cringe.
I now believe the purpose of life is to be happy. To grow, thrive, and experience life to the full. To worry less about our achievements, productivity, and the meaning of our life and to prioritize the things we enjoy. Even if they serve no purpose at all.
Because the only way to make your life matter is to make it matter to you. To know your true worth and contribute your unique perspective to this world.
So, be kind and compassionate. Take care of your loved ones, and yourself.
Help and support others. Not because you have to earn worth, but because you want to improve their lives.
And do what you love as often as you can. Walk in the sun, sit on the beach, lie in the grass. Just because it feels good.
Do it without feeling guilty or beating yourself up for the lack of purpose. Without fear over whether you are important enough, useful enough, influential, significant, or deserving enough.
Because, at the end of the day, purpose can add to your happiness, but it’s not a prerequisite for it. You don’t need a mission, purpose, a direction for your life to be worth living.
You don’t have to justify your existence or prove your worth. Not to your parents or your family; not to your friends, your boss, or society.
Not even to yourself.
Because you are worth personified. You matter. Right here, right now.
And as long as you enjoy walking your path, no matter how aimlessly, your life has meaning.