Then I asked myself "What I stand for and why I exist?". I could not find an answer. I was better a squirrel with a purpose than a human being without any. I could not believe that I had lived half my life without any real purpose. I was just surviving, not living.
Months passed by, I still had no answer. One rainy evening, I saw a small bird hopping. It was not able to fly. In the past I have ignored these situation. I would turn other side because it was not my problem. But this time it was different. I realized that my purpose of life then was to nurse that bird. I took the bird, it was a little one which has been trying to fly high. It was raining and hence the young wet wings was not able to flap.
I dried its wings and held it near a fan. In a few minutes, the little one soared again in the sky. I was very happy and satisfied. I found the purpose in life then. I wrote down,
My purpose in life is to serve.