Where are we going?

Where are we going? Where, since the creation of the first man, have we been striving to get to? Where have we been searching for, and living for since birth? Where are we truly going?
Are we headed to fame and fortune? Our purpose to become rich and famous, and to be known as a legend throughout the world. To live a life of luxury, to attain as many physical things as possible, so that when we die, it will take our family an entire month to go through our belongings? There are people who do truly believe that he who dies with the most toys wins. All of our lives, we try to better ourselves. To get more money, a better car, name brand clothes. None of these are a sin. Far from it. Of course you will eventually need a better car, of course you need new clothes, and of course you need money. But is that what we were made to shoot for? Or is it something else? Are we made to love those around us perhaps? Are we striving to make our friends and families love us, and appreciate us at any cost? Are we to make sure that everyone loves us, no matter the circumstance? No matter the consequence, at all costs, make sure that they like the way we are, and make sure we fit into what they envision us to be? To fit ourselves into a mold of what they like, and to stay there contentedly for them? Are we made so that we may make all those around us smile at our presence, and appreciate our company, no matter how we must change to obtain that goal? Or is it something else? Are we made to attend church with a smile plastered across our features, greeting our sisters and shaking the hands of our brothers? To sit in our pews, and yell “Amen” every time one of the deacons does? To listen to our pastor, backs held straight, knees crossed above shiny dress shoes, wondering if the sweat on our backs will seep through one of our many suits? To look with disdain upon every teenager who had the gall not to comb his hair, or wear a collared shirt? Is this what we have been born to do? Is this why we run the good race? Is this why we wake up in the morning, and haul ourselves from our beds? Is this why we do not just end it all, take our lives and come face to face with the inevitable? Is this where we are going? If not these places, than where? Where should we charter the map of life? To which land shall we sail, to which destination shall we proceed? And who can know? Who possesses this map of life, to give us direction, to shine light on the dark road so that we may not stumble and lose our way? Who can see the big picture, and guide us? Not a man, for the blind cannot lead the blind. Not our own emotions, or what feels right, for they change as the shifting sands. What can lead us? Who can show us the way?