The purpose of life is to convert time to value

Humans have always been haunted by the same question: Why are we here?

Countless arguments, panels, workshops, debates have debated this question.

Countless approaches, scientific, religious esoteric, mumbo jumbo, have been tried. 

For nothing.

And rather than face the question honestly, we invented answers. 

We built comforting narratives because they helped us sleep. 

We convince ourselves that we are here to be tested, because that gives our pain, suffering and anxiety a reason. 

We said we are here to fulfill a destiny, because that gave our chaos a script. 

We said life is a dream, a school, a divine experiment, a waiting room for heaven, a karmic cycle, a lesson plan.

Each story was less an explanation, more an anaesthetic.

A pathway for a better life. 

The ultimate promise.

The supreme pain killer.

The Uber self deception.

We reached for metaphors, trials, journeys, callings, because reality, in its raw form, was harder to face. 

That we are born, live briefly, suffer and die, with no promised meaning but what we carve ourselves, was too stark. 

The truth felt brutal. 

So we layered it in poetry, mythology, and doctrine. 

We surrounded death with rituals, and life with obligations, just to soften the edges.

But all of that, every sermon, every theory, every slogan, evades one observable truth.

So, how do we arrive at a meaningful answer?

This is the methodology I use.

I always ask myself. “What do I know for sure”

Uncontestedly.

That we are all going to die. Obviously.

And that the only thing we have when we are born is time. 

From the minute we are born the clock starts to tick.

We each arrive with one resource: time.What do we do with this resource? 

We spend it.

We exhaust it.Every moment, without pause, it flows out.And the only thing that distinguishes one life from another is what that time became.

How was it spent?

In exchange for what?

Get it?

Not what you felt. 

Not what you hoped

Not what you believed. 

But what you chose, achieved, built.What you have exchanged it for.

The commitment.

The discipline.

Time spent, if it doesn't become value, it evaporates.

The purpose of life is not waiting for meaning to find you.It is the act of creating meaning from time.To convert those hours into something enduring.To leave something behind that did not exist until you gave it your time.

That something, that value, can take many forms.A healed patient. 

A raised child. 

A painted canvas. 

A solved equation. 

A changed policy.

 A rescued species. 

A reimagined city. 

Even a well-lived, quietly dignified day.

Value does not always have to be loud. 

But it is always produced. 

It requires input. Effort. Conscious conversion.

Discipline. 

The tragedy of so many lives is not suffering as they would like us to believe.

It’s waste.Time consumed by illusion. 

By appearances. 

By comparison, distraction, complaint, repetition. 

Time spent, yes — but never transformed, not converted.

You don’t need divine instruction to know what matters. 

Just watch what remains.What echoes. What others rely on.

What still exists after your time has run out.

You are here to convert time into value.That is the only answer that requires no myth, no miracle, no approval.Only awareness, a decision, a commitment 

And discipline.