I'm perfectly fine with there not being a general purpose for us. I think it's great that I wasn't created for something and now I must comply. I'm glad there is no plan from above, no greater destiny, no pre-destination, no calling. It's fucken freedom, baby! What do I want to do with my itty bitty time alive? I get to choose. It feels like I'm flying. Fuck callings and "meant to be" bullshit. I'm good with: they had sex, I made it to birth, I'm here, let's do this! Life is absolutely awesome!
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian