Why?

This morning, as we drove out to go to our workout place, we passed an older dude who was obviously homeless.  As we drove past him, I began to wonder, what if I were homeless? There would no longer be any point to my life, so should I not end it?  But then, it occurred to me, does my life have any more point than his? Were I him, would I actually end it all?

I am now approaching 90—this December. I no longer work for a living. I gave that up a long while ago. So, does working create the point to life? Or, is there something else? I mean, I believe in no God(dess). So, I do not believe that some outer being caused me to be born.  All of my elders are now long gone. And all of my younger family are now independent of me. That is, none of them rely on me for support. In fact, the reverse is true. We stay alive in our nice little bungalow, and consume life because our youngsters now support us. We would have run out of money a long time ago, were it not for our children.

But suppose that stopped, or simply was not available to us. We might well be homeless right now. And if that were true, then would we just end it?

This all makes me consider, why are we here at all? To be fair, Carol continues to contribute to life, through her quilting and through her teaching. I do neither. Yeah, I still take photos and create my artsy works, which nobody buys. But that’s really it. So, if you don’t really do anything much, is there any point to continuing?  I guess it’s that age-old question, why are we all here?

Oh, oh, I wonder. Suppose we are all here just to acquire stuff that we can all then leave to the next generation? I mean, each of us kind of wanders through life, going from this place to the next. As we wander, we pick up this thing and that, some pretty nice, others just ordinary.  Then what do we do when it’s time to end it? Well, whether we do it purposefully or not, our stuff is passed on to someone in the next generation.  See, we can’t all wander everywhere, but a bunch of us can wander to way more places and pick up way more trinkets than just one person. And so, maybe that’s what life is all about. Yeah, it’s all about acquiring and then passing crap on. That’s it. Finally, I understand the whole purpose of human life on Earth.

So, buy on folks. You are living Life’s purpose.

Wow!

If there were a God, I’ll be she would be pleased now.