How life tosses you, turns you and churns you

Sometimes (actually many a time...) I find myself questioning the very purpose of life. I mean, what are we here for? Why are we here? Are we really here for a purpose as it is made out to be? Or is our existence just for the sake of it? Wish there were a system where one could choose whether he wants to be born or not.

Anyways,lets not get into hypothetical situations. All that we can do is face whatever comes our way. Easier said than done ain't it? In fact,very very easily said than done. There come those moments in life when you wish you could just stop everything, stop the journey there and then. You wish for some magical and miraculous power to end all your troubles either way: either by bettering things, or by putting an end to things once and for all.

And after a little while, when you're in a mood to contemplate, to look at things, to look at life from a different perspective, you cant help but think whether all of this happened for a reason. Whether all the hurdles, all the filthy abuse, all those situations where you wished you were dead, all those tears really were meant for a good cause. Were they meant to make you a stronger person? Really? Were they?

It's said that whatever happens, happens for a reason and happens for the better. So then is this miserable phase of life, all this suffering meant to help you in some way? If so,then how? Does anyone have an answer? Nope. The only way to find out is through the course of time. If at all you believe in this line of thinking that is...

Else you can just chuck this way of thinking out of the window and be of the opinion that life will never improve, that God is the biggest bastard ever, and that you're destined for suffering.

I've thoroughly experienced both these lines of thinking and have found out that ultimately, it's the way you're thinking that determines the way you're heading.