Purpose

What is this feeling...
This feeling of the great unknown.
A light above you, showing the road you walk on.
The rest of the road is pitch black.
The great unknown scares some.
As they have no idea what awaits at the end or near it.

Walking down this unknown road of life,
One has to wonder
Why?
Why do everyone have to cross this road?
Why begin it when it has an end that everyone must reach to.
No one wants to reach that end, like that of Gilgamesh.

But it is how life is.
And how it will always will be
For the divine have made it so
But even for small creatures as us
We ask constantly
What is the purpose of being here.

That question
Is never revealed.
For life is never meant to have answers brought to you
It is to be discovered
On your own
With your own choices

The purpose of one's life
Is to walk down that unknown path
Choices are made by you when encountering many paths in life.
That light above you will never fade out
For others keep it well lit and help
The purpose is seeking out your own eudaimonia.