By Debbie Lynn
There are hundreds of thousands of millions of us in contemplation about life and its purpose.
But in the end, what does it really matter? The Universe (as far as I know) could care less.
Looking deeply at where we come from, our inner issues and trauma can bring about clarity for the moment, yet nothing is ever really set in stone. The theories, the reasons and the postulations are all just opinions. And while science has provided us with basic justifications the deeper, higher and more ethereal questions still remain a mystery.
Some pursue the great unknown with verve, and some fall into it by happenstance as awareness finds them in a higher consciousness. Some are born into curiosity that drives them to conquer their endless quest for knowing and some are completely uninvolved.
No matter which way the path takes us, there is always something to glean; it is up to each one of us to discern the information received.
Dissecting our heritage, lineage, name/birth pertaining directly to us and our tree of life is facinating and there are also many amazing souls who can help. But the real work is in our own self-exploration and discovery. So be wise, be frugal, be in-tune when you process the information. If it doesn’t align, we are usually not ready for it.
Peeling back the layers is an arduous task and while it helped me find many personal realizations, there was never a pure definitive answer to my purpose. Relentless questioning brought tears and joy, dark and light, and that is life. But after years of searching and numerous head (and heart) aches, I have finally come to meet my resolve.
Infinity reigns in the abstract and obscure and some things are just not meant to be known.
I don’t really spend too much time in unfounded confusion (the unanswerable inquiries) anymore, I simply accept the unknown and I am good with that. I used to cling to religion, metaphysics, science or the occult for defining an existence because it brings comfort to the inquiring mind, but I surrendered knowing the spectrum is too vast—too complicated—and blows my little mind.
Life is a process. We have to learn our own limitations, challenge them, go to our edge and come back again to access.
There is solace in like-mindedness, but also something so very brilliant about solitude. It is where we have no one else to validate or approve what we are unsure of (it causes us to think). It is where we learn to trust our self and as we do, we take a huge leap in connecting with the universal energy (to get to this point?).
I truly believe it takes a certain amount of hard living.
The thing that stalls us is we get so enamored with the mystic, we all forget we are human. We tend to run to the things that comfort our inquiring minds instead of challenging them (discernment is a beautiful thing).
So when our mission is in high gear, only the things we want to know will adhere to our memory as they tickle or push buttons of a time come and gone. Then we spend time trying to make sense when there is nothing to make sense of and the frustrations build like thunderheads.
This is when we have to say enough already, for what does it really matter? Let it pour.
The bottom line is; how are living and what are we thinking? Ask these simple questions: Is it kind, is it true, and is it pertinent—then ask why.
Are we living in integrity or swimming in a toxic past trying to make or break the future? As we all know tomorrow is never promised, and all we have is today. Who knows what we will be remembered for, and knocking on the pearly gates for most (especially for me) is not an option or a motive to live in good honor, high intentions and have fun.
The past is a prison sentence, and the future is unknowable. All we have is enough to sustain us and it is our duty to be good to our self and others, treat our planet with the highest respect so we can move on.
Anything beyond that? That is all open for interpretation.
Editor: Dana Gornall