What's the purpose of life if we are meant to be alone, we study, we get a job, we pay bills but we are alone. What the purpose of life if we are here, craving love, craving that someone who would mean everything to us , with who you can share your life, you sorrows , your happiness , someone that relief your pain just with a small hug, a loving glimpse, a kiss. Someone you can watch the stars with, someone you wake up on , someone that makes your place alive and warm when you get home from your job, someone to share your craziness with and who is crazy about you the way you are. Maybe it doesn't exist, maybe it's all fantasies of authors who were like us, craving that feeling, wrote about it and never lived it. Maybe when we see a happy couple, it's not really THAT , they are just good friend not lovers,- bc lovers real lovers that love unconditionally without lies infidelity critics wounds don't exist, -who were OK to live their life together calling that a romantic relationship. What's the purpose of life ? Is that it ? Studying working getting depressed maybe some brief moment of happiness then it's the same boring sad battle again ?