A Thought on the Existence of Life

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Have you ever wondered about the existence of life? Have you questioned why you were born at all? Life can't just be all there is, the daily conundrum of waking up, going to work, come back, sleep, and then it starts all over again the next day. It can't just be merely for procreation -- the animals do a better job of it than us. There must be something more. Perhaps it's this question of the meaning of life that had driven people like the Buddha, Lao Tzu, Confucius, Jesus, Muhammad, Guru Nanak, Kabir, and all the past ancient and modern masters and prophets to forsake everything, risking their lives in search of a single concept: an unknown Truth. Maybe they did find it, and perhaps that Truth is embedded in their teachings, their poetry, a Truth so profound which stirs our hearts when we read it, though we know not what it is.

I heard a very wise person said, and I'm paraphrasing: Human existence is to rediscover the love within ourselves -- a love that transcends all racial boundaries, all gender barriers, beyond the appellation of "species." It is a selfless love that only finds fulfillment and contentment when it is activated for the betterment of other beings, be it human or animal.

Are human beings capable of this? Is it as unreachable as the stars above? It is a question that only each individual can answer for himself or herself.