When I was still a young, naive kid, I used to think what could possibly be my purpose in life. It felt like I was just moving with no direction at all. Funny thing is that I was still a kid back then and yet, I think a lot about it. I should be out, enjoying life and living the way children should; carefree and happy. But I was different. I would often daydream of what I want to be in the future, how my life should be, taking controls already of what’s hidden to me from tomorrow. But as I grow up, and up until now, I’ve realized that the real purpose of each one of us is simple. It is to enjoy life without hurting the other’s welfare. It is to secure ourselves just as much as we want to secure the things around us. It’s simply as to brighten someone’s day by randomly giving out warm smiles at them during a calm Sunday morning at the park. To let everyone knows they matter with our simple action. And to take care of the things bestowed upon us. The real purpose of life is to keep living despite all the problems we may face. As long as you’re striving, you’re living. :)))