To make more humans....
Okay, I'll bite. I'm a fan of self-made meaning.
I live because I enjoy it, the rich tapestry of experience. Perhaps something like a soul files those moments away and when I review them in the Akashic library, juxtaposed with the other lifetimes occurring simultaneously, I'll finally understand why I missed the bus that one day, a neighbor I was helping stole more than I had in my checking account (I understand that one already; I was teaching myself about the downside of being a martyr :tongue

, my father died unexpectedly in his sleep when I was just old enough to understand it (won't be able to make satisfactory sense of this for the remainder of my days here, I would imagine), and I developed a taste for Thai food.
I do not believe something outside of myself would set up "tests" that I must "pass," or that life's harshness is about learning a lesson or punishment for previous choices. (Sometimes the mind decides to go spiritual to understand and cope with life's harshness, and that's fine, but I don't believe there is any ill intent or hostility from something larger than myself at play there.) Nor do I believe I have a purpose aside from what lights me up. I don't think it is given to me, I think I discover it over and over again.
I'm here to make my own music, to connect, to flow in the highs and lows of the day and night, to make peace, to sometimes make war if the cause is worth it to me, to laugh and cry and screw and sing and accept all the joy and peace and understanding I gather along the way while recognizing then eventually releasing the stuff that weighs me down when it's served its purpose in my life.
Oh, and I think many of us are here to awaken to the illusion of our separateness. To move into greater levels of wholeness and integration. I'm a fan of transpersonalism.