purpose
Written two years ago, some things still linger. I have wondered many, many times as to what the purpose of living is. When I met my cousin, whom I had not seen for almost 30 years, I told her I had no more purpose in life. She cried, and I wondered why. She noted that each one has a purpose, and finding the purpose is one of our goals in life. Since 2017, I have threaded life like a lost soul in this beautiful world. I go to work lifeless. I have all the excuses not to meet people, even my closest friends. I did not see my family for four years. I withdraw from the world by photographing things that will make me smile, but they are all short-lived. I tend the garden, which is a source of my strength, with very little fervour. But I look happy. I always joke in front of people, even the students I teach. I am jolly in front of people. I am always amusing others with my stories. I even heard someone saying that Jonathan is such a lively person. I help people, and I am still helping if
