My Fathers Death got me thinking about the Human Condition

Considering the deeper elements to life can be deeply terrifying if you have any honestly about the conflict that goes on inside each and every human. Even mentioning the words ‘human condition’ can be terrifying. I so often hear people talking about human nature and why people are a certain way, but very, very rarely are they able to talk honestly about what is going on inside themselves, that is super, super difficult. We all seem to walk around smiling at one another like we are outrageously happy but really we are locked in a battle within ourselves of good and evil, worthless or worthwhile, which is it? Can we love ourselves or not? Last week I saw my father for the last time before he died and he said to me that he had done everything that he had wanted to do during his life. Since then I just can’t stop myself thinking over and over and over again about what the meaning of life is? What was my fathers life about? Is there a purpose on this Earth? Will I find my purpose like my father found his?