Why do I feel the way I feel, look the way I look, think the way I think?
Why was I born in this time, to this family?
Why do people like/dislike me?
What is my purpose?
The assumption is that, as humans, the top of the food chain, sentient beings that we are, we must have been placed on this earth for a particular purpose. The assumption goes beyond the purpose of the species, to the individual purpose of each of the billions of us who populate the planet. How egotistical to assume that there is some higher (or lower) purpose aside from simply being a part of the vast, intertwined, and complex system of our galaxy.
The question why drives people to all sorts of worship: worship of God, worship of a charismatic leader in the name of God or of a cause, worship of work, worship of drugs and alcohol. The need to justify our individual existence drives people to success and to despair and sometimes, to humane causes.
I, of little ambition and no faith, have spent little time asking why. Whatever my situation, it is the situation. I may be able to change my circumstances or not. If I need to change them, then I must do so. If I can’t change them, then I must live with them as they are. I am happiest when I am, when I relax and feel the wonder of life and the miracle of my small presence in the midst of it.