In recent years, perhaps more than before, I have been increasingly asking myself the question of who I am and what my purpose here on Earth is. Why are some people doing well – or so it seems – and why do many struggle – hardly making both ends meet?
I used to believe in fate but no longer do. I have long since stopped giving any credence to the idea that nothing can be changed, and, honestly, find such deterministic paradigms not only antiquated but truly misleading.
As I silently watch this world go round and round, spinning us like kids on a merry-go-round, I wonder: ‘Why? Why in this “apparel”? Why carry the physical body around when most likely what really counts is the invisible field enveloping our bodies? What is there to learn in this strenuous, physical form? What is the purpose of dragging not just our bodies, but also all the burdens we add on during our journey?’
