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  • As I wonder what life has it store for me, I think, why am I here? It’s the fundamental question everyone asks at some point in their life.

    Why are we here... is it procreation? Love? Work? I would hope it wasn’t the latter but then again as a good man once said, nothing is impossible. Due to the nature of the question you pretty much have to consider God. Now if god was real you then have all the questions of, "why is he so cruel to people when he is supposed to be a nice god" or, "why do bad things happen to good people and vice versa" but in the end none of that matters. If God was real (in my eyes) he wouldn’t care as such, about what we do down here as long as we follow the basics. Love each other, don’t kill or steal and the numerous other basic commandments. Yet even when people follow these basic commandments they still have bad things happen to them (as well as the good things. I’m not as pessimistic as you may like to believe). Which would then lead onto the thought process of, well going on the fact god does not reward people for being good (which is one of the basic principles of religion), then why is it we are here?

    Is it evolution? Evolution is described as survival of the fittest, only the strong survive. However that has now been fundamentally destroyed as we now have the medicine to cure most diseases, thereby prolonging life. Which would then logically lead us onto another thought... are we gods? If so then the meaning of life is what you make of it and the basic tenants of life are yours to play with and do with as you please.

    Make of this what you will. But my meaning? To live day by day, minute by minute, second by second, doing and enjoying what i can, until my body can no longer support me and mine, and mine soul, my mind, my entirety, returns to whence I began. Be that with God or in the heart of a star.
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