Monotony called Life

I often wonder how life just goes on. One day ends and another begins. Before you know it a whole month has passed and soon it's one more year added to your life. But then it also makes me sad. What have I done to show that this time has passed? Is there anything worth mentioning or worth speaking about? Sadly none. No feather in any hat, no new milestone, nothing that deserves a notice. Isn't that what life is all about? You live, you breathe, you go about everything to just abruptly perish one day. How many of us can proudly say we have lived "THE" life? How many of us can breathe our last with a sense of satisfaction, with a sense of achievement? I look at people who are famous, who are celebrities and who are achievers and think they must be so happy in life. But who knows what their worries, their miseries, their concerns are. A perfect life is such an imperfection! The purpose of life is to live a life of purpose. As long as we have lived without harming, acted without hurting we can safely say our life has met it's purpose. The rest is for others to say when we are gone.