You were born for whatever reason you want. If you think you’re here for spiritual or religious reasons, so you can make the world a better place, or for nothing, that’s all ok. I personally believe I’m here for religious reasons but if you don’t agree with that it’s fine. There’s no point in wasting time fighting over why we’re here instead of spending what little time we have enjoying ourselves. Even if we don’t have any purpose and are just going to dissapear back into the void we came from we just make it worse by sitting around doing and crying about it.

You were born because for parents made love. Your purpose is to live the life you want.

Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. What would it change? Or maybe we should ask, how would your actions change if life was an accident? Would you do something differently? Why?

It’s what you make it, and that’s the hard part.

I believe we are all one thing really. Apart of just oneness, and energy doesn’t just go away, it dissipates through all things, like puddle in puddles. It’s big nothing, and everything, or both or neither, whatever you want. Consciousness is a weird and uncommon state of matter in an empty sea.

You can see divinity spinning your every thought if you truly wished it. But even that doesn’t really matter, depends how you feel I suppose and what meaning you attribute, if any.

That’s the whole fun. I’ve learned to appreciate the hell out of it, that’s for sure.

I’ll leave you with one of my favorite quotes.

„We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?“ - Richard Dawkins, Unweaving the Rainbow: Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder

I don’t know my friend, but you reminded me of this great song. Enjoy. https://youtu.be/9UaJAnnipkY

Life isn’t exactly an “accident.” Your parents had to make a deliberate choice to have sex. Now, there is some sort of probability involved in the chances of pregnancy, which sperm cell creates a new person, and that new person actually surviving all the way to birth and beyond. But ultimately I wouldn’t call life an “accident” outside of some very specific scenarios involving the parents. Your parents chose to create a new person, and that new person was you.

The purpose of life? Who’s to say? Ask ten people and you’ll get ten different answers. Some people spend their entire lives trying to answer that for themselves, others ignore it entirely. It’s a question only you can determine the answer for yourself. But my answer to the question will likely be entirely different from your answer.