When I’m unhappy, I feel like I’m doing life wrong. I’d rather be happy. But is happiness the point of life, or is there more to it? If I pursue happiness, mine first then for those around me, is that selfish? But if there’s a bigger purpose, then what about people with Alzheimer’s or dementia who can’t recall recent experiences or make plans?
There is no purpose in life. Like others have said, the fact that we’re all here and life exists at all is entirely an incredible accident. As that’s the case, how could we have any inherent purpose?
The endless pursuit of a purpose can actually make you more unhappy.