I met an old man selling oranges by the roadside in LA.
He was 70. No phone. No big plans.
But every morning he’d say: "Today I feed 3 people. That’s enough."
I asked him: "Uncle, what’s the purpose of life?"
He smiled and pointed at the kids buying oranges.
"To be needed. To leave something better than you found it."
I’ve been thinking about it since.
Maybe purpose isn’t one big thing.
Maybe it’s small things, repeated.
What do YOU think the purpose of life is?