The Purpose of Life

(The following post is a short poem, inspired by a phase that I'm presently going through. I request you, dear reader, to go through it in a serene and positive mood. )



Some people live to be a spendthrift , even if their financial condition isn't divine

Some people live to consume meals like a crowned head, even if it exceeds their desire

Some people live to loaf around, even if they have family dependencies

Some people live to mock others, even if they aren't soul conquerors

Some people live to wreck society, despite possessing plenitude of luxuriousness

Some people live to crib progressively, despite having no lack of basic necessities

Some people live to teach, even if they themselves had minimal formal education

Some people live to appreciate others, because they know how much it means to them

Some people live to make others happy, no matter how doomed they themselves are

Some people live to join humans, even if they forever remain single

Some people live to compromise, so as to provide joy to their closed ones

Some people live to inspire colleagues, though they happen to be also-rans

Some people live to write poems, even if their own life lacks rhyme

Some people live forever in hope, when all seems lost except life

The purpose of life isn't defined by any book or rule

The purpose of life, IMO, is what you make it to be



"You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life."
- Jiddu Krishnamurti