The story about the purpose of existence

That huge faraway tree was home to many, many a birds, squirrels, rodents , serpents and everything everywhere. Mickey loved that tree because it was everything for him food , shelter and his companion. Like any other cat he thought a lot about life, why am I here? what is my purpose? what would happen to him after he died? And every time when he contemplated and as the sun shown through the numerous branches of the faraway tree, he felt the tree held the wisdom and the answers to all his questions.He often tried to talk to the tree, but the tree would never even acknowledge to have listened to him..”Maybe I am asking something very mundane” would think Mickey. But Mickey loved the faraway tree, his mom had taught him that the faraway tree answered prayers and that it had supernatural powers.He still remembers the story of the how the tree got rid of the ten headed serpent which had spread mayhem all around and how the tree had made it cease to exist.Also of how the grey owl had spoken to the tree to receive the revelation that it should every night sit on the right most branch to the north star and coo for harmony.
But one afternoon as if in a dream, the faraway tree whispered..
“Life is so my dear and we are here, you should create the meaning, I was once a seedling I grow standing the hardships and gaining the nourishment of nature, and now you ask your purpose to me..whome could I have asked?, and what answer my own life can give you as the purpose of life.

Other than how you can visibly see me,communicate and feel me , what is my purpose ?If your mom had not taught you that story about my powers would you still believe in me? Would you still ask me about the purpose of life?

Love me because everything that you are is me, all that you will ever be is me, its a journey together to learn and to unlearn, to discover, to make mistakes and one to make this existance the happiest place ..the abode of compassion , of freedom, of liberty.And you are the most supernatural force that i have with me.

It was dusk..the birds had come to rest and Mickey woke up to the night.

“Of course my dear I don’t exist exist beyond the contours of our minds” thus spoke the tree