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?
The purpose of each person’s life is for them to define.
It’s not something that is assigned to you, and it doesn’t have to be the same as anyone else’s purpose.
And it can change over time as your experiences and circumstances mold the person you are.