But at our core,inside each of us. Lies something inert, a single burning question. It rises us from rest and keeps us from it in the first place. The want of purpose seems to me, to be the gift of silence among a sea of clambering voices.

For some of us, this means a particular job, or career. For others, it’s a person for whom they can’t see existing without. I can’t tell you what your purpose is, in fact. I don’t know that anyone can. This isn't because you don’t have one, rather it lies in the sheer complexity of such a desire.

From the very beginning of our lives we are told we are bound for greatness, that we have a grand destiny. Whether this is true or not depends entirely on your definition of “grand”. Because in all likelihood, most of us are bound for modest lives. Nothing is inherently wrong with this.

The only real issue with this, is that humans love to feel important. This is where we as a species run into problems. I would say that the want of purpose often leads to the want of superiority atop your fellow humans.

The need for superiority will lead to any number of things,most usually, the belittling of others not so well off.Doing such a thing can lead to you feeling quite a bit better about your existence, most of the time at the expense of others.

It’s the pain of purpose, the pain of being sentient.. the driving desire to have reason can often lead to wholly unsavory acts. We can’t exactly blame our fellow humans for this. Instead we need to learn that a need for purpose is a hard thing to nail down. Some of us will get lost on the way and confuse hatred for purpose.