I often wonder what really is the purpose of our existence, and what do we want to ultimately achieve. I'm sure most of us come across this question at several junctures in our lives. I've asked people about this and received thoughts that span a wide spectrum. There are people who place materialistic achievements at the top of their priority list, and there are those who think being satisfied with what you have is the key to unlock the intricate mysteries of life. But these two categories form polar bands at the ends of the spectrum since most of us lie somewhere in between.
We understand that materialistic achievements may quench our insatiable thirst for success temporarily, its the thrist of the soul that needs to find the eternal spring of satisfaction. Throughout our lives we swing between these extremes. Lets try to understand these extremes, people who crave for worldly pleasures are probably more pragmatic in their approach to life, those who long for wealth and glamor do so with an undeniable ideology of surviving the race of races. Like a flower that flaunts its attractive color and aroma to attact insects which help them to complete their procreation cycle, we are no different, since the norms of nature govern all living beings. We want every new generation to be better that the previous one.
Those with strong spiritual influences to their lives would argue that purity of soul should be the ultimate goal of our existence, it has been proved that human thoughts have mass(though infinitesimally minute) and they shed our mortal bodies at the time of death, consequently, thoughts continue to exist even after death, they propel us into a new journey. So it is this positivity that will navigate our journey.
I would like to provide a third angle to this enigma, for me, pleasure and salvation are both mere impulses formed within the limited space of our cranial cavity which we call emotions. Anger, greed, lust, satisfation, ecstasy are all combinations of these impulses with specific characteristics. We can consider ourselves to be a lucky combination of chemicals, who knows the beautiful afterlife promised by the prophets might just not exist. This gift of life (the lucky combination) is too short to crib about bad times and annoying people, we can simply discard them as "Chemical Locha", and cherish the few good moments that we share with our loved ones.
