In school were you ever told by your teachers that there's no such thing as a stupid question? That there's no such thing as a wrong question?
I think people ask the wrong questions all the time.
What is my purpose in life? What is the meaning of life?
Instead shouldn't one ask
How can I live on purpose? How can I bring meaning to life?
I feel as though the first set of questions don't require personal action. Haven't there been people asking those same questions for centuries? Why even ask "What is my purpose in life?" I am certain that we're alive for more than one reason! Why sell ourselves short like that?
The second set of questions requires something of us. Could it be that we are responsible for our own lives? Imagine that!
I suppose you could spend your whole life hunkered down, asking again and again what your purpose is, and come to the end of your life realizing that your life never did have much purpose because you never chose to give it purpose.
Or you can spend each day asking how you can live it to the fullest, trusting that God, the beginning and the end, already has your life in His hands, and by living on purpose your life will have purpose.
I'll let you think about it and get back to me. I'm going to bed.