Ever wondered why…why are we on this universe? You are born, you live, you die. Two of these you have no control over really, the living part you can determine, and only to the extent that free will and fate allow…so then why are we here?
To live? If so, then what of those who live for only precious moments on this earth? And those who live quite anonymous and unremarkable lives? And those who have their lives curtailed in their prime? I ask myself, then what?
Ask yourself, what are you doing on this earth? Forget for a minute how you got here. What is your purpose? Who does it serve? Is it something that neccesitated your singular presence on this earth? If so, does it mean that you are guaranteed existence until your ‘mission’ is fulfilled? Then conversely, does it mean that those whose lives are snuffed out mid-term had their mission cancelled or no mission at all?
We wail, we grieve and we inter the remains…then life continues, the sun will still rise and someone else takes your life space. Be it at work or in the lives of your friends and family…Bottom line, life continues as they say. But not your life. I read somewhere that many graves are full of indespensible men. Fact is, their works were continued or built upon by others who also lived or will live on to their own passing.
Don’t confuse this for an examination of mortality. Mortality we have to deal with and accept, it’s our purpose on earth that intrigues…Don’t look at me, I can’t answer that, I’m just wondering why…
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