Areas have purpose; people have ambitions.
When we think of purpose, we consider a word that comes from the Latin propositus, where forth we positioned and proposed. If we are the doers and our action is the setting of the purpose, then we are not (essentially) creatures inherently imbued with such purpose. If we have purpose, would it not be given to us by someone else? In a complete void, does the individual contribute beyond existential awareness of self? Then, if the individual enters a setting, the stage is imbued with the intent of the material designers. Is that not so? Aren’t the implications of that not acceptable to us in the civilized, twenty-first century? Even if the designer is our own self from the day before, are we not subject to the previously formed proposition?
If we do not have purpose ourselves, we ambulate about, we go around. Is that a thing set forth within us, part of our circuitry? Set forth by whom, or by what? Maybe no one or nothing at all—just life itself. Perhaps motion is the only prerequisite of existence. To not travel in space-time is to not register a memory is to not perceive a change is to not ontologically register on this plane of reality. Movement is life.
Isn’t it somewhat comforting to consider that there is nothing to do and nowhere to go but the game we have created for ourselves? Nostrus ludus est ludicrum. Our game is a play… “And all the men and women merely players…”