Why am I here?
I wasn’t really given much of a choice if I’m honest. There are times where I would happily climb back into that warm, free bed and breakfast…lunch… dinner.
But I can’t. Too big I was told.
So that leaves me with demanding why I’m stuck here. Why so much effort to survive? If I don’t eat and sleep and drink and socialise (yes introverts, we have a quota to fill) we feel like death. Which isn’t a good thing – because no one wants to do that. You only have to walk through hospital halls to recognise every creature’s need for life.
Why am I here?
It wasn’t my idea. I’m simply using the Lego bricks given to
me to make my tower. Who knows? Maybe I’ll connect mine to others to make a
city. Maybe we'll share bricks. I’m a star eyed child walking around people’s creations and pointing out
sparkles. I don’t think it was an accident. I don’t believe in those. There is
too much balance, beauty and cycles for it not to be manned by someone. Sure, we do stupid things; make choices that probably weren’t good ideas.
But in the humongous scheme of things I bet it was but a tini-wini puzzle piece
in the puzzle of time. Sure, the piece came into being through our foolishness,
but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a place it could fit. Imagine standing back
and seeing it stretch out as far as the eye could see. I wonder if we connect
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I wonder what the puzzle would look like.
We all need purpose. We need triggers that set us off like a
pinball in a pinball machine. We need things,people and our environment to bounce
off from. We make a lot of noise, and our scores aren’t often very high. But
hopefully someone has your back. Or we’ll whine our way into heaven. Because…
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Or we had no purpose at all, and that voice inside your head just means everyone’s crazy. Morality is just a barrier to true freedom and boundaries aren’t there to help you and stop your arm from snapping the wrong way- but something to be conquered.
What do I think?
I’m here to love. I’d argue I’m here to support and help people. I suck at it from time to time, but it feels right. We all get that good feeling from the pit of our souls when we help someone. When we nurture something. I bet that instinctive “nawww” we get when we see baby animals or children hints at our calling to care, nurture and love. But we only want to play with it... and then give it back. Our world is broken, and yet the remnants of what we were created to do are like diamonds under a volcano.
Now I’m no hippy – “peace and love” mean more then sex and make-out sessions. We have warped the different forms of love until all we have left is a burnt husk of good intentions. But I can’t help but feel empathy for the lost, the broken, and the fearful. I can’t help protecting the person next to me. We have to stop letting all the black puzzle pieces take over. We need to see the person next to us as not a monster, but someone who is struggling just like you. And me.
There’s a reason we love our romantic movies. Why chick flicks have lasted throughout the ages. Because our painters and philosophers, our writers and our poets dip into that current that runs through our race.
Who knows? Maybe you’re a bright orange puzzle piece in a world of confusion, despair and demand.
Why am I here?
To love the Maker of the puzzle, and burn brighter than the darkness is black, hopefully someone will catch on.
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