Why are we living?
This question seems to have no final answer. Whoever is alive is searching for happiness. For many, happiness appears to lie in material comforts. Yet even those who possess comforts are not truly content — because there is no certainty of how long they will last. Then all the effort and possessions feel meaningless.
When the mind is disturbed, no physical comfort has real value. But the mind itself is not free — our intellect keeps interfering, always judging: “This is right, this is wrong, do it this way, not that way.” A sharp intellect often creates even more complications. Someone with less intellect may not achieve much, while someone who manages to gain satisfaction through intellect often ends up in pride, and pride isolates. In isolation, everything feels empty.
So what should a human being do? Again and again the same question arises: Why are we alive? But such an answer cannot be caught by intellect, because intellect itself is limited — its light is not its own. True clarity comes only when we reach the source of light, the very source that illuminates the intellect.
When one touches that source, it becomes clear: we are not acting independently — we are only instruments. Everyone is working as an instrument for each other. Someone grows food, someone makes clothes, someone builds houses, someone produces medicine. Can any of us do all of this alone? We are all serving as means for one another — and who is this “another”? Without the light of the Divine within, nothing remains.
In truth, it is the Divine working for the Divine. The One has turned into the Many. Then why is there suffering? That too is part of the play. If suffering were removed, the play of the world would end. The one who realizes this — that the world is a divine play — stops being troubled. Such a person lives in joy, doing every action as an offering, as a divine instrument.
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