We have come here to nourish, not to devour.
We consume because we have to offer.
What is life if we merely work for survival.
Is that the purpose of life? Is that the sole reason for what we have appeared here? There might or might not be something beyond, yet the curiosity lingers: was that the ultimate beginning for the ultimate end that will ensue, and all in between was only struggle, labour, remuneration, satisfaction, dissatisfaction, joy, grief, loss, failure and achievement? Maybe it is that something in between for what we showed up.
Struggle, labour, dissatisfaction, grief, loss and failure were certainly not the most pleasant experiences for our manifestation unless appropriately rewarded. What could be an appropriate reward? Luxury in lieu of hard work, happiness in lieu of the loss bored, of struggle and of grief, and success in lieu of failure. This success is subjective.
For every human being success does not have the same meaning. For most it is of no significance unless it guarantees a comfortable life and reputation in the society, and then there are those for whom success means leaving a legacy behind: a legacy let us say material, intellectual, artistic or mere acts of benovelence. For those who only stick to benovelence, their lives are for the masses. They either indulge in work of charity or dig deep into the realms of knowledge for leaving a legacy for the generations to succeed. Great pains they take to reach there. Scientists, philosophers, astronomers, economists, artists, pioneers in all fields and yogis are among those ones. For them the impersonal comes before the personal, for in mere personal they derive no joy. And that impersonal is the true personal for them.