OUR PURPOSE IN LIFE

I was sitting all alone and feeling so abandoned. So orphaned and disowned and this was probably my last drop of dark emotions brought about by the loss of my connections for the last 25 years of my life. To most of you who has read and so kindly encouraged me to move on regarding that episode of my life, thank you all so much. I am ready to face the world. I am me, again, I hope. I have come to terms of the fact that it will not come back. What I lost is something that I can only accept and that I should truly all put it behind me. And so I have.

This is a well thought of blog to contemplate why I am here. What truly is the reason why I am here. Was l just selected randomly to be born out of my genetic parents and go through life experiencing all these unprecedented events in my life? For what? For whose purpose and for whom it will benefit and serve?

We all know we are born for a reason. A purpose, and objective, something that gives us the perspective of what define us. To ourselves, our friends, society and the world as a whole.

The question is, were we responsible in setting up the goal, the direction of which we followed through and labored so that we can utilize our knowledge of truly knowing who we are? Was it really us, who created and molded our destiny? Is the layout and blueprint of our journey was a product of someone else other than us? Were we destined to be here? Whether we like it or not, these events successive and progressive through times are but a testament of what was made for us to play? Or did we really put our efforts and our time in creating it for us?

First of all, we all know that nobody came to this world, born upon our own direct effort and energy. We were born as a gift of life from whom we are formed. The genetic imprint of our parents to our being. But my blog today has nothing to do with our biological and genetic element, rather it is a philosophical question as to what amount of responsibility did we play to determine who we are, who we have become? Are there times when we at a certain age and time come to a point of being introspective of who we are? That all the things that happened in our life, is a path and a mold that was really for us? Or is there something that we could have done any better? Or as most of us have done, we live a life that we did put an effort to define who we are and feel fulfilled and contented?

Or if we had a chance to do it all again, what would we change in our life? Taken into account our dreams, youths, ambitions, and what make us who we are to ourselves and to the world as a whole.

Or are you all happy, contented and fulfilled? And that nothing is needed to be changed at all?

Thank you all so much for your contributions..