Why do I exist?

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why do I exist? What is my purpose and please dont bring religious god crap I tried that and found it t be a waste of time. What is my purpose of living? What is my reason? Why is there so much darkness in the world? Did I deserve to be abused for over a decade? Maybe I did, maybe it was for being born a freak I still do not know. Being bullied, hated abused raped beaten and the scape goat for everyone elses problems is my purpose a martyr as an atonement for the sins of being born an abnormal freak that I am!

I am Christian but I won't bring God in to it. I don't have any answers and am struggling with my religion and even existence myself but think I relate, I have an abusive past as well and I feel I am being punished for having Autism most days. I would like to say, however, you are not a freak, religion or no, higher power or no, we have been created by some force or by fate for a reason. What that is, is currently unknown and while yes the world is a dark place, that seems to be human nature at this point. Our emotions are complex and we all have them, just as we have made mistake, so will the people around us.

It doesn't justify abuse, crime, war but it seems to be the way the world is. You can dwell on the past and never have a future or you can try and be something more. More than the darkness that surrounds us, I am not saying its easy, trust me I am the first to know its hard to accept the way the world is. However, somethings you can't change, you can only change your reaction to the things around you. The world is in a sad state of affairs, just know that you are not to blame for the bad things that happened to you.

Unfortunately, there is little I can say to help how you feel, I think there comes a point in our lives where we have to acknowledge that the world is rough place and that we are limited in what we can do to make the wrongs around us right.

I dont have a reason to exist, I am just here to breath air eat food and take up space that is abut it, i dont know what purpose I have except be alone for the rest of my days because I am a freak and annoy everyone and offend people no matter what I do.

You exist. You have to make the best of your existence.

There's no "reason," per se, for anybody's existence---even for somebody like Mother Teresa.

She had to make the best of her existence.

I wish I had the perfect thing to say. I don't really. This world is mostly blind and indifferent to suffering. It is denied and pushed under the rug in the most callus way. There are good people if you look hard enough though.

I think about stuff like this sometimes.
But usually, when I'm content, I don't care.
Isn't that fascinating?

It is not given for us to know why we exist; it's way too complicated for our tiny human brains. We don't even find out the ultimate result of our own actions.

There's a book I have in mind. It might go a long way to settling this issue for you.

The Five People You Meet In Heaven
by Mitch Albom

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_ ... Caps%2C155

This is a fast read and it's not dull!