At 14, the purpose of life felt like getting good grades. The best grades.
Then it happened. I got the best grades. Better than what I imagined I could. But it didn’t feel great. It felt bad like I wasted too much time chasing a dream that wasn’t mine.
So when I was 20, I let it go.
At 22, the purpose of life felt like being a good person. Not a good good person. Just a good person by the books. The Buddhist Sutras, the Christian Bible.
I became a bad good person. The kind who tries to correct you for every little mistake. Say thank you to the waiter. Give money to the charity.
At 24, the purpose of life felt like becoming an entrepreneur – to quit my job, travel the world and built something great.
I learned you didn’t actually need to quit your job to change the world. You could just be a good person. A good good person. Not the bad good person.
I’m 30 now, and today, as I sat in the living room watching TV with my parents, I realised the purpose of life… is just to do your best in the present.