We all are wondering about the reasons why we live. Our conception in itself is already a miracle. We ask why among the thousands of tiny sperm cells that were racing with each other towards the mother cell— we were the ones who were tough enough to make it through to become the persons that we are right now?
There really must be some reason, a very important reason, on why we are here; born on the day that we are born, born to the parents that we have known, and living at a world where we have grown.
We know that everything that has been created— has a purpose. From the littlest pebbles on the beach, to the Sears Tower in Chicago; everything we see in this world were all made for a reason. Even grains of sand have a purpose. Everything was made to be purposeful. Which is why it is inevitable, that we will be asking ourselves about the rationale on why we were created? What really is our purpose? And why are we made so alike, yet so different?
At random moments in our life, we all get to the feeling that we are part of some great plan of life. We always have this feeling that we must do something, that we must be someone; but then, we end up doing nothing. Why is that so? Why do we hold back? Why can’t we allow ourselves to express its potential? Why can’t we allow ourselves to let life lead us to where we are intended to be??
I’ve thought about this, and somehow I came to the realize that the reason why we can’t live fully is because we don’t come to fully realize the wonder and beauty of our existence. We take our existence for granted. We don’t think that being alive is something so unique— a gift we should appreciate; because we are all too busy focusing on living life the way society, reason, and logic tells us to.
Our existence becomes so familiar, that we tend take it for granted. We are too busy focusing on what we can become tomorrow, rather than spending time thinking about what we can become NOW. We don’t have the patience to look deep in ourselves; we’d rather take everything at face value— because thinking too much on something we’d make us lose time and losing time is wasteful.
But you know what, if we try to look inwards, to acknowledge our feelings, and listen to what it tells us— that is when we realize our worth as persons who have been given this life with a purpose. It is the time, when we appreciate the wonder and miracle of our existence: the time when we attain self-knowledge. For it is in truly knowing who we are, recognizing the essence of our existence, and steering our focus and thoughts inwards, that actually becomes the entry point… to everything.
By attaining this knowledge of our self, we open ourselves to happiness. We realize our potential of doing something so great, so marvelous that it’d blow people off because of its magnanimity. We realize how essential we all are unto other people’s lives, because we get to realize that we are interconnected with each other.
No matter how different we all are— we still are all the same. Because, our lives are interwoven with each other; for whatever we do in our life would reverberate on other people’s lives, too. And it is by knowing ourselves, that we’d finally grasp the purpose of our life, the reason of our existence.
“Everyone has his own specific vocation or mission in life; everyone must carry out a concrete assignment that demands fulfillment. Therein he cannot be replaced, nor can his life be repeated, thus, everyone’s task is unique as his specific opportunity to implement it”. –Viktor Frankl
Friday, June 08, 2012
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