My grandfather is dying. He is weak and pale. He has already discussed memorial service plans with his pastor and is beginning his "transition". None of us know how many days or weeks this will take, but we will remain attentive and listen to his last requests. My sadness does not come from knowing he will die, but from watching his body suffer and also knowing in our medically advanced world, we still have not found a cure for cancer and that we may never "find" one due to the incredible amount of money pharmaceutical companies make from cancer care. That is for another blog post.
The purpose for this post is to bring to light our purpose, or rather, to understand why we have humanity. If you think about it, we are born to die. Or is it, we are born to live then die? Whichever it is, we are born and then we die. We have no clue when, but we all do. In between though, we are alive to live whatever life we believe we should live. It sounds very simple to me, but I am struggling to understand why. Why even exist if we will not after a certain amount of time? Why struggle, suffer, ride that emotional roller coaster if at the end, it is all over? Sometimes it feels like a cruel game. Where there are a couple of players who just throw humanity for a loop and see how they interact and react to whatever happens.
What is the purpose?? Can it be to just worship a God? Can it be to just BE? Today, I have no idea why. I don't know why we are born, live, have our own kids (or not) and then die. And does it really matter if we know? I would say no it does not, since we all know the final outcome. So I guess, for now, our purpose when we are born is to live; However one would like to.
