What are we doing here?

What are we really doing here?
What is our purpose or reason for being?
Is there a purpose to life?
Maybe we should ask ourselves.
People seem to be driven in all kinds of directions.
Some are trying to save the world.
Some are trying to destroy it.
Some are trying to just get by.
Some don’t believe we need a reason or purpose since we are already here anyway like it or not.
I’m not trying to say what people ought to do.
As I have mentioned in other narratives I only write to think, and I only think to satisfy some inner desire.
Maybe I should ask myself.
Okay, “self”, why am I here? What’s my purpose and reason for being?
Right now I’m thinking that I am learning and doing. I don’t know if it is what I need, but I think it is what I need.
I’m not going to write here about what I think happens when we die.
My only point is, maybe we should ask ourselves what ARE we really doing here.
I suspect many people don’t take the time to ask themselves.
I also suspect many people won’t take the time because they are busy just “doing”.
If someone does ask their self, I think it is most important to be honest about the answer.
For myself, that begs the question, if I am so honest with myself than why am I still asking the question?
I don’t think that being honest about a purpose or reason is a static, never changing goal.
I think our purpose and reason for being here changes often and we need to KEEP asking ourselves, and KEEP checking our reasons, and continually be honest in our answers.
Anyway, that’s what I think.