Why were we created?
To gorge ourselves with delicious food: Sweets, veal in thick
sauces, gourmet cheeses and chocolates, vintage wines; to
acquire as many nice things as possible: fancy clothes, cars,
houses, gold and diamond jewelry; to attract as many friends and
admirers as possible; to be successful in various pursuits: be
at the ‘top’ of our profession, maintain a lithe, attractive
body, share life with a very compatible spouse and raise some
decent children. Well? Will this do? Make you happy … fulfilled?
Perhaps. But … is there more? Something else we are striving
for? Not as apparent?
Philosophers and poets throughout the ages have pondered the
‘why’ of existence. Existentialists hold that each individual is
responsible for his or her thoughts and actions and therefore
determine their own fate … ‘day by day’. This experiencing is
the only ‘reality’ … one that may be fairly tranquil or more
often then not a life filled with turmoil and dread. Is this not
what the world confronts us with: disease, physical and
psychological assaults, mortality? And don’t most live in fear?
Selfishly preserving what they hold dear? A rather bleak
scenario. And certainly one that must be very depressing for
avowed nihilists and atheists. For they depend on the ‘here and
now’ for purpose. There is no ultimate ‘future’, no reason for
existence. All that is accomplished by earth’s life forms is for
naught. And of course there is No God and anyone who believes
there is relies on this self-deception to assuage fear of
dissolution. ‘Believers’ are basically naïve and superstitious.
You would think that a ‘reality’ beyond mortal experiencing
would be apparent. That our reason for being would motivate us
to strive for some knowable, reasonable purpose. Well … poor
atheists … there is a reason you exist and it is quite obvious.
Ponder the REALITY of the unique abilities you have. Especially
loving, the only experiencing that brings you lasting happiness.
Gaze at your sleeping infant; fluff the crib sheets. In your
heart of hearts do you not know love … that giddy, exalted
feeling of abandoning self for ‘other’ and experiencing peace
and joy in these purely selfless adorations? Do you not
appreciate the infinite scope of your loving? Your unfettered,
limitless caring for all you encounter: the trees, creatures
climbing them, waterfalls, the stars, reflections, designs both
natural and contrived, aromas, tastes, music, dance, language,
science, the workings of body and brain.
You alone in the universe are capable of appreciating all,
understanding all and truly abandoning self-interest to
experience it for what it is. Your loving is shouting out: You
are not alone. You have purpose. There is a reason for your
existence: To love forever in the ‘arms’ of the Ultimate Lover.
And be confident in the knowledge that you are a unique
spiritual entity … that you will not dissemble … you are not
just matter and form that will dissolve. You are so much more.
Tens-of-thousands of ‘love’ songs are constantly beseeching an
all consuming LOVE. You know deep within your ‘heart’ that you
are capable of this LOVE, that you want this LOVE and can have
this LOVE. You have hope, even expectation, that you will
experience this boundless giving, this limitless sharing, this
total ‘filling-up’ of your spirit.
And this ultimate goal was not instilled in you in vain. It is
the reason for your creation … all of creation … appreciated by
all who are experiencing a steady ‘opening up’ to loving
thoughts, loving ways. Everyday inspires your songs to the
Divine. Love ‘now’ and you will love forever!!
NOTE: I emphasize spiritual loving because so many today are
captivated by the appeal of the material. It is tragic to
witness the forlornness of young and old in pursuits of the
temporal, the mundane. Happiness and fulfillment will always be
illusive for those who shun selflessness opting for tenaciously
aggrandizing self instead. No truer more poignant words were
ever uttered: “What profit a man who gains the whole world and
loses his soul?” There is always hope however. Love, true love,
is ever beckoning. Even from the plaintive “meow” of the cuddly
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