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THE PURPOSE

  • Writer: Ruben De Brito Silva
    Ruben De Brito Silva
  • May 7, 2023
  • 2 min read

Updated: Nov 13, 2024



"Live a life worth living". I heard this phrase from a Brazilian philosopher called Clovis de Barros Filho. I actually listened to his lecture live, and many times on Youtube videos. He is much more than a philosopher, he is an artist who delights and entertains people. And summed up in one sentence, a vital thought. What the hell to live for?! Why wake up early, beat sleep, why study, why work?

I thought that here we could create a channel to share histories of those who want to pursue that from an ordinary people perspective. This is my story, but should be anyone history.


My one begins in 2008. More specifically in July. At this moment, after much personal effort, I have reached a purpose in life, a place where I thought I wanted to be. However, when I got there my world came crashing down. I believed that when I got there, I would find happiness. Holy naivety and ignorance, you might say. But that's what I believed. My frustration became a chronic illness that I lived with for many years. I wandered through many different paths, I began to pursue happiness in every corner I could go. I questioned my beliefs, my values, society, individual people. I did it with all my might until the day finally I collapsed. For me it was the end and also the beginning. But at the bottom of the well ra secret passageway was revealed which allowed me access to new worlds, from which I am writing now. For some reason I can't explain, I feel compelled to share this. I intend to think that it maybe can help other people find one or more secret passages that take them to one or more worlds, where life makes sense, a life worth living.

 
 
 

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