Everyday is a blank page, and you try to create something out of nothing; fill those blank moments with something that will either endure and last beyond and further than you ever will, or will vanish with the moment. It depends on how much of the creation is truth, and how much has come out of the layers of impressions and thoughts that cover our minds.
And that is the struggle of every moment, to be able to touch the truth inside, and be able to create an expression for it. That seems to me to be the purpose of life.

It’s hard. When quite young you get an impression from elders and others you look up to, that life is hard, and one must be able to do what others want, must be able to be accepted in society, in order to live. And that means giving second priority to your interests, putting aside that activity you love, to learn other things that will get you a job.

But soon you realise the elders you looked up to are not people who know life better than you and can be reliable guides, but people who gave up their dreams when young, under similar guidance from their elders, and when you speak of dreams, your interests, you make them feel guilty for not having listened to their own hearts when they should have.

And when you realise that, then you start to form your own judgments about life, stop following anyone, and create your own structure of what is right and what is wrong. Of course that structure will have its faults, and will need to be corrected as you live and learn. But you learn that beyond elders, books, scriptures and learned people, there is a guide inside you, that can show you the right way in life: a way that’s not “right” or “wrong” in the absolute sense, but is right for you.

And that also teaches you that the world is lying by labeling things and actions as right or wrong, for there is no such thing. What’s right for me isn’t right for my neighbor, and every man needs to look inside to know his right way.