The two most important days in your life are the day you are born,
and the day you find out why. – Mark Twain
“Why was I born?” “Why am I here?” “Why are any of us here?” Those are questions that have plagued deep thinkers and casual observers for, well, ever.
Some people know early on why they are alive. They have a mission in life to be an artist or fashion model or doctor or whatever. Others, like me, haven’t a clue as to why they were born. Just a mix of cells and DNA and wham-o, bang-o I’m here on this planet. What do I do now?
I have come to the conclusion that some questions will never be answered. For me, this is one of those questions. I have no idea why I was born. Nor do I really care anymore. I am not one of thinkers who ponders esoteric questions and I haven’t the patience to try and find an answer for the unanswerable. I am too busy trying to live day to day to think about why I even have a day to day. I mean, really, who has time to think about such things?
Some people do and I am glad for those folks. Deep thinkers will probably and hopefully write articles or books and I can then reap the benefit of their wisdom if I choose.
Is it really necessary to know why I am alive and kicking on this planet? What difference, if any, would it make in my life? Well, if I had known as a teen I wanted to be a doctor then it would have changed my life in ways I can’t begin to comprehend. But then I wouldn’t be who I am today and my life would have taken a different path. And that is when this thought process starts folding back in upon itself and gets too convoluted and I don’t like to think about puzzles and conundrums and twists and turns. That is just not me or the way I think.
So I chose to let my fellow humans who love puzzles figure this sort of thing out for themselves. Me, I’ll just keep living my life as best I can, keeping the focus on this life I am living now, not the one I could have had or the one I should have had. It is all I have, this life of mine. And, surprisingly, I am okay with it.