A conversation with Life

I approach Life and ask. "What is it, that I was made for?" Life answered with a joyful expression. "To live, of course!" "Thats it?" I ask confused. Life looked at me with the same confusion. "To live means that you have to look for your own purpose. No one can tell you how you should live your life." I look down at myself before i answer. "But i dont know how to live." This angers Life as it says. "Everyone knows, why dont you?" I look up at Life again. With empty eyes I speak. "Maybe I wasnt made to live."