What is the purpose of life?

I've always wondered that. Let me put it another way.

If there is a god, why did he create human life?

Many people would think it is because there are many enjoyable things in life. In fact, there are many more painful and difficult things which are unheard of.

What did god want us to do when he created us, then?

Let me tell you a story about a man who wanted the genuine thing.

The protagonist of the story is what the world calls a bosch. He had no friends.

When I first started reading the story, I thought he was a funny guy with twisted ideas and laughed at him, but as the story progressed, the atmosphere became more and more serious and one thing leads to another, then the mood in the club to which he belongs turns sour. He spends his days paying attention to the others' faces.

It's a temporary first, which is what the protagonist hates the most. He is disgusted with himself for being in such a state, and while crying in a pathetic manner, he wishes for a relationship with the girls in the club that is more than just a superficial one.

When I saw this, I remember feeling as if something had filled my heart. I had been looking at the faces of my teachers, my bosses and… my friends. I was afraid that something would be missing, that I would break.

But then I realized that the real thing had a lot to do with my life. That's why I decided to stop being so uptight; In order to find meaning in life. Just as I was thinking that from now on I would face my partner with all my heart, my life ended with an acute illness. It was sudden that I even laughed at myself.

As the pages of my life faded out, I wondered what would happen to the rest of the story. I don't know if he got the real thing after all. Because the story ended unfinished, or rather, I got finished first.

I still didn't know what life was all about, but I wondered if I had seen the rest of the story, if I would have learned even a little bit about the real thing, if I would have found meaning in life-

"Do you want to see the rest of the story?"

It seems that it's finally getting bad. I'm even starting to have hallucinations. But if I could see them, I wanted to see them for real, in their real bodies, with my own eyes.

"Go feel it."

Feel it…?

And so my life came to an end. It was meant to be.