There are moments in a man’s life when he realises his purpose, feels that compelling force drawing him towards something he finds undeniable. It captures his every being and essence, the realisation of this moment in all its honesty, without pretence or forceful gain is a precursor to one’s collision with a preset destiny (I know some of you don’t believe in destiny).
Well, all that I have described above hasn’t yet happened to me. I’m still searching, albeit with a weary eye now.
Gone are the days of naïve curiosity and excitement.
In many ways I have seen a lot. Equal measure to make me lose hope in humanity and enough measure to make me see that there still exists the spec of a chance that we truly can rise above our short comings and destructive nature.
There are days where I ask what the true meaning of our existence really is.
The answers I have been raised with leave me with more questions. Several in fact. As a younger man I was more cautious to ask questions; even the ones I managed to ask came out worded wrongly.
Maybe finding the right way to ask that question is my destiny. To ask both science and religion what we truly are about the right way, so that people can actually think and not just simply follow.
I met someone who actually believed man came into existence less than 4,000 years ago. It was a cute moment. Educating her about credible history that there existed concrete proof that we have walked the face of the earth for tens of thousands of years.
For me, the answer isn’t about the existence of God (I know there is a greater being) or about heaven or hell (I leave you to your beliefs). In a way, its about someone telling me what the fuss is all about.
We are born, we grow, we learn, we love, we succeed, we procreate, we grow old and then die. The same cycle over and over again. In between, relationships are established, expectations and mistakes take up most of our time, we yield or resist worldly desires as well as those not of this world. We exist.
But ultimately, for what? What marked the beginning? What will mark the end?
Another question; are we alone?
So many. What we see as a semi- structured (with its many flaws) society is chaos but we choose to ignore it. Yes, we focus on the minute things and dedicate a lot of our time to them.
I’m just rambling. There is no coherence to what I’m saying. Maybe I just want you (dear reader) to think.
Take a moment each day to look at the big picture.
I’m doing just that right now. 🙂