The Greatest Purpose

People die. A few more recently. Quite a lot of debates online popped up, talking about the capricious life, destiny and something about why. It was, is and will always be like this---little sand shakes the whole universe, only when the outcome plays again, which jokingly are obvious sense to each adult with sane, people start feeling and appreciating those things far more precious than social status, money, fame, possessions. Then only a week later, the lake surface of man's inner world regains as peaceful as dead water, in such a rapid rest and recuperation. That is humanity, self-deceived and hard to change.

The night when I heard someone died at near his 100, I felt joyful initially, then gradually I looked reflexively into myself, 35, if I happenly had the luck to live up to 70, then I have already stood in the middle of the journey. Promptly the big WHY jumped out of my mind and made an illuminating question mark in the air, challenging all my nerves. Lifting my head facing it, my brain searching at the fastest speed for the answer--- WHY I was existing here? What's the purpose for my being on this planet? If only for experience then my whole life probably will be taken as a case study, a key one--- descriptive and narrative, but no answer. Then I felt angry, how could my whole being at last turned out to be a process, pathetic! I didn't want to be a case! What I wanted was the purpose fulfilling my heart with joyfulness, ecstasy, calmness, peace and love. Then I became firmer and firmer, unconsciously crossed my finger and started praying, Lord, take me, dwell in me, mingle with me, love me, be with me, transform me, glorify me, mercy on me! 

To serve Lord! Praise the Lord! Love HIM! Mingle with HIM!