Tell me, what is the meaning of life? For what purpose did we, as human beings, come into this world? Everyone has their own answer. Some people may not have an answer at all. Religions guide people on this topic. They help people make sense of their beliefs. They say that a person must find their own purpose in life. How true is that? Maybe we already have a purpose that was given to us, but we just don't know it. Or perhaps we formed entirely around randomness, and we weren't born with any purpose at all.
Some people find the meaning of life in their spouse and children, while others find it in the work they do. Some believe that this life is not worth living and choose to leave this world. In my opinion, what makes our lives meaningful is not our goals or the people we love, but our actions. As long as what you do makes you and the people around you happy, the meaning of life will live within you. Of course, in some cases, even if you like what you're doing, the people around you might not. But as I said before, the meaning of life is inside you. If you are not disturbed by what you are doing, what others say becomes nothing more than the buzzing of a fly.
Still, at this point, a person's morals come into play. If human beings had no morals and principles, they wouldn't be able to tell right from wrong. In that case, the purpose inside them would be nothing more than a meaningless inner chaos.
You might ask me then: "So what is your purpose? Why are you still here, running around and trying to achieve something?" Fine, I'll tell you. I don't remember exactly when it began, but as long as I've known myself, I've always had the desire to leave a mark. I wanted to leave a trace in human history. As long as I could make a difference in this world, I felt my life had meaning.
But it's not the same as trying to make life meaningful just because you fear death like ordinary people do or because you're afraid there will be nothing after death. What they do is simply suppress their fears, like rubbing salt into a wound and then burning it to force it shut. I'm not like that. Yes, I fear death too, just like everyone else. Yes, I wonder what comes after death. But I think making peace with that reality is essential to understanding the value of life.
Have I made peace with it? No. But I'm trying. I hope I can come to terms with this unavoidable ending. And when that happens, I believe my life will finally become a useful trace, something that matters to other people.
If you ask me when a person truly accepts death and makes peace with it, I'd say this: only when they die do they finally make peace with death.