What is the Purpose of my life?

Spoiler: I don’t know.

Well the following may sound like philosophy, but it’s not. My aptitude for philosophy is nonexistent.

But that doesn’t stop me from asking difficult questions and trying to answer them.

This is the question that has been bothering me much lately: What is the purpose of my life?

Is it to take care of my parents? Possibly.
Is it to pursue pleasure? Why not.

Is it to be a leader and solve earth’s various crisis? Maybe.

I mean the possibilities are endless.

That got me thinking. Maybe the possibilities are endless because I can perform so many various functions.

So, lets leave humans for a second and think about a shoe.

What is the purpose of a shoe? Is it to be worn by its owner? To look shiny all the time? To kill cockroaches?

I’m inclined to say: none. Because, the shoe doesn’t have a choice. It can’t say no to anything. So there is no purpose of it’s life except whatever its owner decides.

Now let’s come back to humans. Humans do have a choice. But what shall influence my choices? Usually it’s my feelings. But are feelings the proper master to serve? What about the well being of others? But at the same time, why does the well being of others trump my feelings?

Well I am yet to find a proper answer.