I’m non-religious and definitely think my life has a purpose. Not a purpose dictated by a higher being or family or society, but one directed from myself and my abilities. On good days, I imagine looking from the end of my life back on the present and asking if I’m really living or simply passing the time. For now, the purpose of living is not only to do those things necessary for survival but to gain in knowledge, skill, and expressive ability through art, and make sure that I also reap enjoyment from these activities. I’m very lucky to live with my girlfriend and two dogs, all of whom I love very much, and I try to appreciate each day with them without expectations of the future which so often sabotage a person’s happiness.

Who could ask for more?