According to Osho, life has no ultimate purpose—and that is its beauty. Purpose would make us puppets of a planner and turn existence into business; purposelessness allows freedom, play, and ecstasy. Existence is uncreated, moving without goal; value is intrinsic, here and now. Like love, life is its own end: to live, to play, to be.
Life isn’t going anywhere special—it’s like play for its own sake, so enjoy being fully here now.