"Life is its own purpose; it is not a means to some end, it is an end unto itself. The bird on the wing, the rose in the wind, the sun rising in the morning, the stars in the night, a man falling in love with a woman, a child playing on the street…there is no purpose. Life simply enjoying itself, delighting in itself. Energy overflowing, dancing, for no purpose at all."
Osho (via bohemianromance)