Press enter or click to view image in full size Image created by author The Question That Never Settles There are nights when silence gathers between walls that say nothing and a mind that refuses to sleep. Then an old question rises again, wearing another face: what, in truth, am I living for? It is not a rhetorical question to be settled by a polished quotation from a weighty book, nor a passing uncertainty that disappears after sufficient rest. It is a subtle pulse lodged in the chest, beating steadily beneath all the busyness I manufacture to avoid facing it. I used to imagine the purpose of life as a structure already standing somewhere, waiting for me to find my way to it. That image felt persuasive when I was young and everything seemed possible. As the years accumulated, I came to suspect that purpose does not wait at a fixed address.…