What is my purpose on this planet? What am I passionate about? Why am I here?
None of those questions matter. In fact, they are absolute bullshit.
Life is simply cause and effect. Some dude shot a big load of jizz into your mom’s vajayjay and nine months later she squirted you out. That’s how you arrived on this planet, and someday you will check out and be dead forever. If you want to dig deeper and learn why this happened….
Why do gazelles exist? Apart from following the same formula that created you, they are here for two reasons. One, to keep the vegetation in their habitat in check. Two, they are food for cheetahs. The overarching reason for all existence is to further existence, to procreate, multiply, and die. That’s how the world works.
But why are you here? You’re not food, in most cases, for other animals. Our true purpose on this planet has been lost. We’ve erased all attachments to our natural being, although we still retain the instincts (to fuck, to eat, to fear, etc). The only thing we still know is that we have an unending drive to fuck and reproduce (and you could argue to consume every last natural resource available). And since we don’t know the reason for our existence, how we’re supposed to live in harmony with Mother Nature, we have to make shit up to fill that void.
And the system has just such a package: passion, purpose, and meaning, and it’s all for sale to every willing sucker. They want to sell you on finding your purpose and passion, which inevitably leads to the ever fleeting “happiness.” They, meaning the rubes who claim to have already achieved it. The truth is, selling the dream is the source funding their dreams.
Now I’m not saying that purpose and passion and meaning are evil. But see them for what they really are, which is nothing more than things you really like to do that fill the time between eating, fucking, shitting, and sleeping. They are things you created or adopted as a function of the environment you live in (i.e. the world you occupy).
Always be wary of those “selling the dream.” (If I actually could live my dreams, I would be terrified most of the time, or horribly confused.) You already own everything you need to survive and thrive on this planet. Being lost, feeling uninspired, depressed, or sad, or not having much to be passionate about is OK. There’s no need to force anything.
Just keep moving and ignore the bullshit.
