Why are we all here?
All my life, this one question has been haunting me constantly. We have created a way of living, which we follow without doubting – like a hamster endlessly running inside its wheel. Some people did try to figure it out, but they were mostly labeled as eccentrics.
But there’s a question I put to all of you; There are times when for some blessed reason, our souls start dancing with joy, but we do our best to hold in that delight just because we worry about what others would think if we were to grin like crazies in public. There are also times when some godforsaken bad news may be tearing up our hearts with pain, but we wait to reach home and lock ourselves in or rooms before crying.
WHY???
Isn’t it strange that, just to make others comfortable, you end up killing your own emotions, and make yourself hellishly uncomfortable. Maybe breaking out into a dance at your workplace would be stretching it a bit far, but I believe that you should let your emotions out and respect your expression. Only then will you be able to see those who are fine with the real you. Go for quality over quantity. I believe that to figure out our purpose here, we need to be fine with ourselves first.
I enjoy reading human behavior, and trying to figure their thoughts out. When I see elderly people, I always wonder whether or not they are satisfied with their lives. Did things work out the way they wanted them to? Do they regret something, like not having taken action to achieve their dreams? The answers to these questions must be what define their lives lived thus far.
When I reach that age, I know I want to look back upon a life I’ve lived being myself.
– Leena 🙂
