Is human life just a dream , from which we never really awake , as some great thinkers claim ?
Are we submerged by our feelings , by our loves and hates , by our ideas of good , bad , beautiful , awful ?
Are we incapable of knowing beyond those ideas and feelings ?


Is the reality we know a reality imposed to us by nature ?
Is the reality and the meaning of life a creation of men , such as music , or love or colors ( science tells us that there isn't such things as music , harmony or colors in the physic world . Just traveling molecules : « There is not , external to us , hot or cold , but only different velocities of molecules ; there aren’t sounds , callings , harmonies , but just variations in the pressure of the air ; there aren’t colours , or light , just electro-magnetic waves » , said H. Von Foerster . ) .

There is the cruelty of life , the pain , the evil , not to talk of death .
They are the hidden tigers , ambushed and ready to attack the imprudent , to use an image present in the Buddhist Scriptures .
Is between these pendulums - the positive , the one that gives happiness and meaning , and the negative - that our lives are lived .
And when we meditate about all that , we arrive at a diverse and disagreeing set of thoughts about the meaning and purpose of life .


Love gives meaning to our lives – as do friendship , or art or faith in God .


These are factors of true happiness , of inner peace , of feelings of harmony , allowing meaning to our existence .


What is the purpose of life ?
I believe that the purpose of life is to be happy