Is there any Purpose or Meaning in our lives?The purpose of life is to find God and nothing else

 

 Vedanta teaches that we need to turn to our own innermost self to find the meaning of life. No words can describe this better than these lines from Tagore: “One day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded./ Only now and again a sadness fell upon me and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind./ That  vague sweetness made my head ache with longing and it seemed to me that it was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion./ I knew  not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.”  Sri Ramakrishna said once: The purpose of life is to find God, nothing else…Please share life lessons on how to make our lives meaningful. What do you see as the true purpose of our lives? Your wisdom will enrich all of us.

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The Happiness Mantra: To give or not to give

Tagore tells a beautiful  story about the King of kings going out to meet  his humble  subjects  in Gitanjali.  The king spots a beggar and  stuns him by asking  for alms;  “ I had gone a-begging from door to door in the village path, when thy golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream and I wondered who was this King of all kings/ My hopes rose high and methought my evil days were at an end, and I stood waiting for alms to be given unasked and for wealth scattered on all sides in the dust/ The chariot stopped where I stood. Thy glance fell on me and thou camest down with a smile. I felt that the luck of my life had come at last. Then of a sudden thou didst hold out thy right hand and say: ‘What hast thou to give to me?/ Ah, what a kingly jest was it to open thy palm to a beggar and beg! I was confused and stood undecided, and then from my wallet I slowly took out the least little grain of corn and gave it to thee/ But how great was my surprise when at the day’s end I emptied my bag on the floor to find a least little grain of gold among the poor heap! I bitterly wept and wished that I had the heart to give thee my all-----”( v. 50)  All of us want be  at the

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