What are we actually doing here?

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what my purpose really is.

Sometimes, when I look at everything I’ve built, I start to believe I’m the one in charge—like I’m the creator of my own little universe. But is that actually true? When I really stop to think about it, I’m just a tiny dot in a much bigger picture. I’m one of an infinite number of outcomes that God set in motion long ago. Even this feeling of having total freedom and "my own will"—I think God gave us that perspective on purpose.

It leaves us all asking the same questions at some point: Why am I here? What am I supposed to do? We usually focus on what we want, but the real shift happens when we ask what we need to do instead.

It’s this cycle that we eventually just have to accept: God is the beginning and the end of everything. Real wisdom starts when we stop trying to be the center of the universe and realize we were made by Him. And the best part? We were made because He loves us. Every beautiful thing we see, every sadness we feel, and every bit of "madness" we go through is just a byproduct of that love.

So, for me, the answer is faith. It’s about walking with Him, praising Him, and not giving up on that belief—because that’s a truth that science, time, or space can’t ever take away.

My goal isn't to be "purpose-driven." It’s to be God-driven. It’s to understand Him, to be thankful, and to live in a way that shows His love to others.

I’m not here to tell you how to live your life or to argue about your choices. But for me, my purpose is to know God and to tell you about Him.

If your life is a story you didn't start, why are you so worried about trying to write the ending?