For a very long time, I’ve been looking for a concrete answer to my existence. Who am I? Why am I living? What was the purpose of my birth? Disappointedly, I have to admit myself that I still don’t have an answer to it.
What makes an identity? Is it the job we do? Is it the money we make? Is it the surname we carry? Is it the religion we belong to? I don’t really know an answer to it.
Now I feel for ages I’ve been wandering for an answer to this heavy question. We all feel that we were born to do something in life. Some exile to a spiritual destination in search of it and a few feel that they already have an answer to it. The process of life and the dark side of it makes us more curious than ever. In the bright sunny side of life, no one questions anything because we are happy and loving each day as everything seems perfect. A little twist in your life tale and we all start to wonder about our life choices.
Is it the life choices that creates our existence in the world? Maybe or maybe not! I ponder with a repeat mode but unfortunately, I don’t have an answer to it. However, all I know is we have come alone in this world and all the emotional and physical baggage that we’ve earned or created in this birth will be left behind.
Hence, I’ve stopped looking for answers and now only believe in karma, maybe one day during the journey of life, I will get my eye opener reply to my question of – why do I exist?