Nobody knows for sure, and nobody has proof to prove me otherwise. Perhaps, that is what faith is for, but logic has no place in this one, simple question.
Why are we here?
And we can say for sure, there isn't positivity in anyone who answers or asks this. Yet we live with a hope of power, of peace, of providence. Some live without hope, they wonder like orphans in the streets of a shadowed city, and those who dare grasp it may hold onto it long enough to share with others.
I would enjoy the thought, that we are here for nothing more than individual time capsules, each sharing a story, and then buried underneath the earth we lived on to hold our love, our joy, our secrets. However, I was born, and since that day I live for something. I have to live for something or else I'd fall down right this moment and my heart would stop beating. My lungs would stop breathing. My eyes would slowly close and I'd be welcomed into an empty and lonely abyss. I'm sure.
And somehow, I live each day, without this thought nagging me. It just slides over my head, and I make it through another day for a reason I know not of. Why, I say, how, I say, do I do this; to live without that valuable question answered?587Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1XSqYEUDdm
Science is enthralled by this question. They have come up with some excuses, as have many religions. I am not agnostic, I have a faith, but the question does still come and go through my mind.
Although I'd love to say I have proof, the only proof I have is my own life, and my own hope, and my own journey. The only thing I have is what I'd be buried with had I been nothing more than a living time capsule. My love, my joy, my secrets. 587Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi9i6HOf93T
Why am I here? To simply enjoy the creation around me? To soak in the abundance of miracles? Am I here to live and simply live?
Am I here with a goal that will succeed pass my expiration date?
Yes, I believe I am. But without any proof, I falter in my faith, and hope has to shove me back on my winding path, full of tests and opportunities.
Why are we here? Why am I here?
But perhaps that's what God's for.
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