Why are we here? What’s our purpose? Does it matter?
We are currently residing on a space rock that’s hurtling around a giant star at around 67,000 miles per hour. The speed is incomprehensible, unable to compare to anything we’ve seen before.
Yesterday, when researching for a writing job I’d been tasked with from a client in America, I discovered that the subject matter was closely linked to my mother’s occupation in a small village in the UK. It was scarily close, as if planned, but it hadn’t been, it was a pure coincidence. It changed my perspective, proved to me that coincidences were just that and that they needn’t be any more, in the same way we are all here on this earth by chance.
But in the same way my coincidence offered me an opportunity to broaden my horizons, our shared existence offers us all an opportunity to experience life on our own terms. Sure, we can only live within our means, but why not stretch that little bit further? Reach for the stars? After all, if we are here today because of a coincidence, or a freak accident let’s put it, then there is no meaning to our existence that has been provided to us by some otherworldly being.
We are in charge of our own destiny.
I’m sure there are some of you out there that don’t agree with me or are frightened by my statement because it is simpler to assume that our lives are not our own, that anything happens for a reason because it has all been predetermined since the beginning of time. Surely it is not more freeing to realise that the world truly is your oyster? That you can do anything you want to?
I realise that this writing prompt is discussing the heavy philosophical questions, maybe too heavy for a Sunday morning, but I wanted to share with you my discovery in order to spark some motivation in my readers, kick you into action: finish that book, organise that holiday, take that leap of faith.
After all, there is no point in holding yourself back from a life worth living if you can help it.