Dear m1469, dear Forumites,
No purpose in my life, no goal. One direction - straight ahead (dixit the philosophical Kool & The Gang). As far as I know, life has no meaning. Same for art, art is pointless. And that's what makes life so unique.
Love... that's ok with me, but I can hardly call that a goal, a sense or a purpose. I have no particular ambitions. I feel love in the air, I try to have a loveable approach with the things, with food and materials. I don't like waste or hurry. I think I'm grateful to life though I would like to be more grateful. I love drinking a glass of water when I wake up, I love feeling the sun on my skin. And when I can hold my girlfriend in my arms, I sometimes feel something that I call - maybe somewhat awkward - happiness. I also love stones, plants and animals. I love life in general and in particular.
I don't love life especially. It's often a total, overwhelming experience. Sometimes I think life is too much for me. The boring, the universe, all the people, the violence... But there's nothing else. Except life and pianoforum and... yes, you.
Kindly