December 21, 2010

So last night me and a friend were talking, about a lot of things, but one thing came up that got me thinking, a lot, for a lot of reasons. The main thought I had though was about life. The idea that life doesn't really have a meaning seems realistic a lot of the time, but then again, no one knows if there really is a meaning or not. Why are we all here, because if you think about it all we've done is exist, become modern, and used the earth to become modern, so we're basically sealing our own fate. But I think what we're looking for lies beyond that. Yes, maybe some people were put on the planet to further society, but what about others? Some were meant to help people or some were meant to "lead by example". Either way it's difficult to really know what you were meant to do. You think about all the people that died too early, maybe it was for a reason, maybe we are supposed to learn from that. It could be some sort of evolution or creative design, but regardless many of us will never live to see our purpose, because either it's not that apparent or we die, not ever finding it out. And that may be because our death was meant to serve our purpose. All of those people dying of cancer, died to help further us closer to a cure. All of those people that died in wars, died because they were showing that war really solves very little other than what side you are on. Life is one big lesson, I believe, each person learning their part in society, learning from one another. But until you find that purpose you may feel lost, and like life isn't worth it. I don't think that's a reason to feel upset, it's difficult not knowing what you're supposed to do, but that's why you roll with the wave. Eventually it may become apparent that you were meant to do something big.