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What is the Purpose of Life if it Ends in Death? Coping with Loss.

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Hi there, dreamers and deep thinkers.

Losing someone we love makes us confront life’s biggest questions—questions we often avoid when things feel steady and whole. If everything we build and cherish eventually fades, what’s the point? It’s a question that used to haunt me, but in the wake of my mother’s passing, I’ve found myself looking at it differently.

Grief is heavy, isn’t it? It wraps itself around you like a fog, blurring the world you once knew. But in that haze lies an invitation—a quiet, persistent nudge to look deeper. Maybe life isn’t about how long we have but how deeply we live.

When I lost my mom, something remarkable happened. Instead of feeling consumed by despair, I felt an odd, comforting presence, as though she was still here, just in another form. It’s as if her love had woven itself into my being, her essence pulsing through everything around me.

And that’s where I began to see a profound truth: life doesn’t end; it transforms.

Life’s Purpose in the Present

We often think of life’s purpose as a destination—something to discover or achieve. But what if the purpose is simply to live? To savor a sunrise, share a laugh, feel the sting of love lost, and the warmth of love remembered.

Life has a way of reminding us, often through loss, that its beauty lies not in permanence but in its fleeting nature. The laughter of a loved one, the warmth of a hug, the sound of their voice—all of these are transient, yet they hold a depth that permanence could never replicate. It’s in their impermanence that we learn to truly cherish them, to slow down and take in the richness of now. When we stop chasing forever and embrace the here and now, we discover a profound truth: every moment becomes sacred when you realize it won’t last forever.

Interconnectedness: A Thread in Life’s Tapestry

Here’s something I’ve come to believe deeply: we are all part of something infinitely larger than ourselves. Imagine life as a vast tapestry. Each of us is a thread, weaving in and out, touching others in ways we might never fully grasp.

My mom’s thread was vibrant. She touched countless lives—mine, especially. And though she’s no longer physically here, her impact remains. I see her in the way I care for my niece, in the values I hold, in the love I try to give freely. She’s still here, her thread tightly bound to mine.

This interconnectedness reminds me that nothing is ever truly lost. What we perceive as endings are often transformations—life shifting and renewing itself in ways we can’t yet comprehend.

Finding Meaning Through Love

If there’s one thing loss has taught me, it’s that love is the essence of life’s purpose. It’s what gives every moment its weight and warmth. Love doesn’t die when someone leaves; it lingers, shaping the way we move through the world.

I carry my mother’s love like a lantern, lighting my path even on the darkest days. Through her, I’ve learned that grief isn’t about letting go—it’s about holding on differently. It’s about carrying love forward, allowing it to ripple outward, touching others as it once touched us.

Embracing the Journey

Grief is a journey, and there’s no map for it. It’s a winding road of memories, tears, and quiet moments of clarity. But here’s what I know: it’s okay to not have all the answers. It’s okay to feel lost.

What matters is that we keep walking, allowing ourselves to feel deeply, to love fiercely, and to find beauty even in the midst of pain.

Maybe the purpose of life isn’t to find meaning but to create it. We do that every day—through the connections we make, the kindness we offer, and the love we give.

Love Is Eternal

So, what is the purpose of life if it ends in death? I think the answer lies in the love we share. My mother’s love didn’t end when she passed; it transcended. It became part of me, part of everything I do.

Grief, I’ve realized, is a testament to that love. It’s proof that something beautiful existed, that it mattered. And in a way, that makes the pain of loss bearable.

Stay curious, my friends. Even in the face of loss, there’s so much beauty to discover—so much love to give and receive. Through it all, we remain connected, one eternal thread in the infinite tapestry of life.

With love,

April

Cognitive Psycho

For more on healing, grief, and finding peace after loss, explore the “Hollow Spaces: Life After Loss” series on Cognitive Psycho.

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