Forty Plus Two

First mistake: Life has a purpose. It's the most natural mistake to make perhaps because we can't live without a purpose. There is a difference however between needing a purpose to live for and there being an inherent purpose to life. The former exists, the latter is a figment which we're fond of because without a greater purpose to live for we are forced to face the reality of our organic existence with a built-in timebomb ticking away with every breath.

We all need something to make us get back up when we've been knocked down, something bigger than us to believe in. We need that special someone to hold us tight when we're falling apart, we need the search for answers to find value in who we are, we need religion to bring peace, we need ethics and morals to differentiate ourselves from 'the others' and we need you to acknowledge all these needs as genuine otherwise it may very well prove to be the wind which blows our house of cards down. Because the great thing about doubts, they may be reasoned away but they always linger at the fringes defying our attempts to extinguish their existence. If it irks your mind it must be rationalized, if it disturbs than it has to be passed away as a freak occurence, if it depresses than it the silver lining has to be found.

What if life really had no purpose? What if all you had to do was live? What if you never found the answers you're looking for? What if everything didn't work out? And even if it did, would you be satisfied? I don't have the answers i'm looking for, at least not all of them and i'm beginning to understand that I may never have them. I'm also mildly surprised to realize that its alright because at least I still have all my questions. And then it becomes clear, maybe it isn't our answers that define us, maybe its the questions we dare to ask. If I can question the 'truths' of today then maybe someone else can rewrite them for tomorrow. Who knows maybe that someone else will be me because life isn't over yet, not just yet.