"What is the purpose of life?" is one of the deepest and puzzling questions ever thought of since creatures became sentient.

I believe I have come to a conclusion of my own definition today.

Life is the opportunity to feel emotion. We live for satisfaction and dread discouragement.

We wade though sadness in hope to find joy at the end of the tunnel.

We treasure what joy we encounter despite the depressants we may hold.

Life is about asking yourself... "How do you feel?"

If the answer is positive you most likely enjoy life and want to continue it.

If the answer is negative then you are likely asking more... "Do you think all of this sorrow will be made up for in joy later on? Or do you believe there is no light? no hope? And Will be be easier to just... end it?"

I'm weighing up the answers right now...
I'm not a happy person. I don't find much joy. When I look at the world I see imperfections and no means of improving them. I see myself and I don't see a future I will enjoy.

The only question I am asking myself now is... Dispute the fact I cannot see a bright future; do I want to believe that there will be one whether that may be true or false?