Do you ever stop and think 'why am I here?', not here at this blog, but here in this life, on this planet.
I have been asking myself this question a lot of late. Once this question has been offered up to the conscious mind, it presents other questions,
such as:-
Does my life impact the lives of those who know me?
Does my life impact those who don't know me ?
Is the impact my life has on others negative or positive ?
Am I getting all that I could be from my life ?
When my life expires, will my grave mean anything to anyone?
Then the biggie ---- Does it matter?
When you ask 'why am I here?' what questions arise in your mind?
Friday, January 28
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7 comments:
Hi Tony, I have tried blogskins, I think the problem is that I like simple, imageless skins and there are not too many of those about.
I also have to say, 'Why am I here?' is a question I've struggled with since being a kid. It's actually something i can get pretty obssesive about, I don't like not knowing the answers to life and the universe. Deep thinking is one of my specialities!
I guess I'm shallow. When asked Why Am I Here, I think because my parents had sex. End of story.
I don't believe that there is some reason for one to be here, I don't believe that there is a purpose that is greater than the daily drudgery.
At the same time, though, I'm a genealogist. And the things that interest me most are not the "how are you related to charlemagne" kind of stuff, or royalty stuff, but the plain stories that I can put together about the pedantic lives my forefathers had. I treasure every detail I find and every fact I deduce, because it makes those people more real once again, though they've been dead a hundred years or more.
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Yep, that's shallow LOL
I stop and wonder 'why i'm here' occasionaly. But then my mind scrapes along that world of things bigger and more important than any of us and I decide its best to just keep worrying about things I can handle. Like how to scrape up money for dinner tonight.
Oh, I wonder that "why am I here" a lot. Particularly on a day when I've just used my $20,000 worth of master's degree education to show a patron how to use the scroll feature on a computer so he can use the Internet..........
Elizabeth
I don't ask. I just go and pour a gin and hope to get out of here soon.
I think I'm here for God's amusement. Turns out God's got a real weird sense of humor.
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