I always find myself questioning what is my purpose in life. I just could not figure it as to how and where this life could take me. If I am even doing the right things and/or if I am with the right people. There are times that I ask myself if I have been what and who should I be in this mere existence. I am bewildered why certain things happened and some did not. The frustrations are overwhelming that it stresses the heck out of me. I think of me as an outcast, that I don't belong to somewhere at all. I feel so lost.
Yet I realized, I can't give up. I should not, in any way. That no matter how cruel life can be, I should keep the fight and not give up. That there is and will always be a reason for everything, whether it is known or not, and that I can find my purpose in life, at the right time. I strongly believe that I have a purpose, my existence does, so with the rest of the living and even with the non-living. Perhaps it has not yet come, but one day it will and then everything will fall into place. Right now, I just have to keep living and make the most out of it.
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