Burning Beneath

Because purpose isn’t for the universe—it’s for us.

The universe doesn’t ask why we’re here. It simply exists, indifferent and vast. But we, as conscious beings, can’t help but question. We are wired to seek patterns, meaning, and direction. Without purpose, life feels like an endless drift, and while some can embrace that, most of us crave something more—a reason to act, to create, to endure.

Perhaps it’s a biological instinct, a survival mechanism that pushes us to find meaning so we don’t collapse under the weight of existential emptiness. Or maybe it’s a deeply human trait, a yearning to shape our own narratives, to be more than just passing molecules.

Purpose is not a universal demand. It’s a personal one. A silent whisper that keeps us moving, even when we know the stars will shine just the same whether we find our answers or not.