How is it that
sometimes we tend to find ourselves so close to a breakdown, so close to the
breaking point, so close to the bottom, and yet no one seems to notice a thing?
How is it that while we strive to be the best we can be, we also let a piece of
ourselves go with the wind, away from here, away from the pain that comes with
this world? How is it that our own separate stories, footsteps, whereabouts,
and experiences shape us to be who we are today, or perhaps for some who have
become successful, who they were long ago? How is it? What dwells inside of us
that propels us to strive for a better us, for a better future, or for the moms
and dads out there that care, what dwells inside of you that propels you to
strive to give your kids a good future, better than you had, one where you won’t
let them make the same mistakes you’ve made?
What is our core? Is
it our soul? Mind, body, soul, we, humans are comprised of these 3 things in
summary, but in reality, we are such a complex species, so much so, that a lot
of times, regardless of what the professionals have to say, we don’t understand
ourselves or each other. From the invisible, microscopic cells to the bones and
flesh, at the end of the day we are like a flower that withers away, but like
those flowers, that in their time shine with beauty or reign with rarity, we
too should embrace the intricate details of our nature.
Where did we come
from, and why? God decided to create us even though He knew we’d end up
sinners, so why? Those are the mysteries of this life that only He knows and
can choose to keep to Himself if He so pleases.
So how is it? What propels
us? Why are we here? There are many things humanity knows, plenty. Thousands.
And there are a gazillion others that we will never have the privilege of
knowing. To think that science has advanced so much that we can now live
without worry of illnesses that were so prevalent 60 years ago, but has stopped
short to cure cancer, HIV AIDS, Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s disease, and so on.
Believe it or not we are a limited species, but with all that we have accomplished,
and what’s to come, I think I’ll celebrate being me. Being us. Even if we can’t
answer the whys, and the how is its.
