Not to answer, my friends, but to ponder.
What is the meaning of life? I mean, really. Is there some greater purpose? Is this all about a game we’re playing just for the shot at living on Earth and experiencing the 3D wonders of which we have grown weary? Is this simply a merry-go-round on which we’ve placed ourselves, living life after life with no end in sight until we’ve become good enough to enter the Kingdom of Heaven? Will there come a time when our learning is done and we have reached perfection with God? Will I be bored with the end of learning?
Sorry for the doubt. Maybe it’s all because my 40-something birthday is less than two weeks away. (Okay, 49. Sheesh, that was hard to write!) This may be a mid-life crisis, after all. All of the major milestones are behind me for a while: college degrees, husband, children, career … Maybe I’m looking for the next milestone. Maybe I’m scared that I’m running out of time.
I wonder if the answer is in books. Should I read The Secret and study the Law of Atrraction? Should I continue scouring the Bible and the internet for answers?
As the week winds down, the questions stab me:
- Why are we here?
- Is there some greater purpose?
- Are we meant for something more?
- Is the meaning of life simply to live the best life we can?
I know this question has been asked. I know religions have been formed around that question, the answer being to live like the greats, like Abraham or Jesus or Buddha or Mohammed or other Ascended Masters. Their reason for existing was simply to give the rest of us an answer for that eternal question.
The truth seems to be there’s no way for anyone to answer this question for all of us. It’s a question that is for each of us to answer on our own based on our own truths, challenging ourselves as we strive for that semblance of perfection.
I definitely need to stop reading for a couple of days!
May your search for truth lead you in the right direction.
The Dragonfly’s Student