She sat down on her windowsill and looked up at the night sky. The stars shined. The moon was full and bright. She asked the planets to align, to show her a sign. She begged for guidance. Patience. Some kind … Continue reading
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Dear God, I need advice. Can you send me a sign? I need you to put me back on track. Can you do that? Because you answered everything I prayed for; And yet, here I am still wanting more. I … Continue reading
What if life is a game?
The only game we could play.
What if we simply get bored in other dimensions and choose not stay?
What if we come to planet earth to feel, think and love?
Just because it’s fun.
If we could disconnect from the person we’ve become.
Disconnect from the people and things that have hurt us.
Look at life in a different light;
Almost child like.
With out so much grief and strife.
I wonder if then we could learn to enjoy life?
Or is not giving into our dramas and fears too much of a sacrifice?
Is the Human life Significant?
I sit, write, scratch out, erase.
I type, space, backspace, delete.
I wanted to write a deep, meaningful poem about this but it’s not coming to me.
I don’t know.
Like I do but I don’t.
I’d like to believe the highest, most esteemed part of myself thinks it knows the secrets of life and that all the answers reside within the whispers of my soul.
But then this mind of mine that I can never seem to shut off has this little voice in it that’s like:
You don’t really know shit.
5 billion people in this universe believe in a God.
With no proof.
I am one of those people.
Although the realistic side to me does think a supernatural entity does make this cold world warmer.
Believing there is a force out there looking out after all of us is very comforting.
Thinking there is a superhuman being in the sky that loves us unconditionally makes us feel less alone.
I can see how we could dream that up to help us sleep at night.
But maybe we’ve lost touch with the purpose of life.
It seems early civilizations knew there was something more than what is.
Native Americans, Mayans, Aztecs and many other cultures and civilizations believed they were spiritual beings.
Where did this spirituality come from?
Before newspapers and books and movies & TVs.
Before government and religion,
They felt a connection to a divine spirit.
Maybe it resides in us and we are just too busy to connect with it.
This post is kind of all over the place and it’s hard for me to focus because it’s such a broad topic.
Let me stick to the question.
Is the human life significant?
I don’t think this universe was created by accident.
I guess that’s what makes you a believer or not.
Is everything an accident? Is everything just a mere coincidence?
Or is there a purpose behind everything?
I’m one of those that believes everything happens for a reason.
Corny and cliche, i know but true.
There are no coincidences.
No coincidence that we have as much water in our body as the earth does.
Not a coincidence that the air is made up exactly right for us to breathe.
Not a coincidence that our skin heals on its own and that we have as many cells in our body as there are stars in the galaxy.
I just don’t see how those things happened by mistake and not by a divine plan and creator.
Einstein said, “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
You are either a believer or a non believer.
I am a believer.
So to answer the question….
Yes, the human life is significant.
Who we are.
Sometimes, I look around this world and see so much beauty that I am overwhelmed. It is shocking and alarming and then peaceful once you know the truth. You entered this realm with nothing to learn but only to remember what you already know. We all did. We are all souls living a human experience. Continue reading
I see you.
Yea sure, you see me but do you really see me? Can you see within me or do you see an illusion of me? If we all took a second to really see someone. Their heart. Their soul. To understand them. To understand their struggles. Their past. Their emotions. Their passions. Their thoughts. Their cries. Their story.