The cycle of birth and death is a great mystery. We are not always born into families of our choice. We might well think why we were not born in a great family! But this is perhaps determined by our past karmas [*Noun: Karma (Hinduism and Buddhism) the effects of a person’s actions that determine his destiny in his next incarnation] – partly to pay off our old debts and partly to earn new capital with our good deeds, if we want to do that.
As children we have no definite idea of the purpose of our living and thus many years pass away before we even get glimpse of the purpose of our coming to this world. Obviously life in itself has no meaning, unless we ourselves give it a meaning and direction.
Life is certainly not for eating, sleeping and procreation. Nor does life mean only to revolve around our family, friends, and our social circle or to increase our importance in society. So what does life mean? The answer is partly yes to the above purposes.
But its larger and ultimate aim, as every spiritual thinker says, is to gain spiritual knowledge and be of some help to our fellow beings.
We find our mind with lots of worldly knowledge. We feed our body with lots of nutrients. But have we ever thought of feeding our soul with its right diet? Either we don’t know that this task is also to be performed or, if we do, we don’t care or we are not inclined to do so.
The result: man is always running around in search of elusive peace. Despite all his pelf (*informal for money), man lacks inner peace. Therefore, it seems essential to always remember God and do good deed. And never be violent in thought, word or deed. What hurts us hurts others also.
Only spiritual knowledge guides us in how to tide over a crisis. The spiritual knowledge and energy we gain from reflection and a practical goodness restrains us from hatred or nurturing any ill-feeling towards others.
Satish Kumar, email@example.com
So this can partly be accepted as a answer to one of our questions “What actually life is for?” I think my life is actually a beautiful painting shown to me in bits and pieces and have to collect them and discard those which don’t fit anywhere. I have to ensure that each piece fit right altogether and I am not leaving over any. At the end I will surprise myself the kind of painting that will evolve. The only purpose of this life is to make sure that the painting at the end is beautiful and not the result of mindless spilling of ink or colors. I have framed the goal in one word “Painting”
Have you framed your goal?