What is the meaning of Life? Does Life even have a meaning? Do we decide to come to this physical dimension and experience this that we call Life? What are we supposed to do here? Do we have a purpose inside ourselves? Do we have to find out what is it? How do we know we are doing what we are supposed to do? How do we know we are doing what we really want to do?
Is Freedom our Path? What may Freedom be in this material cage? What does Freedom mean in this society?
Do we even decide who we are? We only can decide who we become with what we have, but we don't choose the primary matter... do we? So, how can we be free when we are not even able to make that decision? We might never know. I feel that the only thing we can do is create ilusions and shields around us so we can feel safe, so we can believe we control this organized chaos that is Life.
I've decided to believe that everything happens for a reason. My brain and my soul cannot accept
the possibility that everything is just a bunch of casualities disconnected from each other. I cannot accept that Life has no meaning. There must be something else behind this physical hologram, a reason to be. But perhaps is not our duty to find that out.
I don't remember deciding to comer here, if I ever did... and I don't find the answer inside me nor in the world that surrounds me.
Perhaps Life has no meaning, maybe it's us who must give it one. Maybe our duty is decide which one to choose.
Is Life a Path, with a start and an end line or is just a ridicously infinite expansion of Nothingness? If so, where are we walking to? Where did we begin?
Maybe there is no such a thing and we don't need to walk. Maybe the only thing that exists is ourselves. Maybe we are the Nothingness itself discovering the meaning of its existence.
Mire Taurendilmë
