I used to wonder why we were born, educated, and had careers. Why we aspired to climb up the social ladder when nothing lasted in the end, and finally, why we gave birth just to pass on the same cycle to another generation? It seemed as though we were stuck in a loop! There didn't seem to be a difference between us and other species in terms of the life we lived. It looked like we lived a survival-based life! As our lives had turned so mechanical, we rarely put much thought into what we did. These thoughts sat at the bottom of my mind, influencing me and my actions. There was this belief that life was meaningless. However nihilistic I may have been, I always believed in the Universe/in the ultimate creator/in God.
Recently, a new perspective took hold of me. I look at nature, and I see no reason for it to exist, keeping the practical reasons aside. I see no reason for ants to work so hard as a team; I see no reason for the trees to breathe and bear fruits; I see no reason for the bees to collect the best nectar from the best of flowers to produce honey. I find no reason for this entire universe itself to exist. Yet it does. It simply does. There, I got my answer. It simply exists, acting upon its natural instincts, and these instincts are programmed by the divine in the same way humans program computers. An ant cannot think for itself but it’s designed to be a certain way, and so are the other parts of nature.
When one sees the world solely from a scientific point of view and goes so far as to assert that everything that exists, exists only by chance, it's like they scrutinize and study the elements in a painting, neglecting the artist who created it. "When I look at the solar system, I see the earth at the right distance from the sun to receive the proper amounts of heat and light. This did not happen by chance." says Newton.
It is really astonishing how every little thing in this world is meticulously designed. Take a plant, for example,who taught it to photosynthesize? It may as well breathe out carbon dioxide just like us; why oxygen? And why do we breathe out carbon dioxide? How does the body know how to heal the wounds? After a few days or weeks, how does the skin turn as good as new?
So now I feel that life is both meaningless and meaningful. Meaningless in the sense that we go back to dust; we take nothing with us physically from here; centuries later, we hardly will even be retained as memories. So all of this is truly for nothing. Yet it's meaningful because I experience this life now, I feel it now. I live out my purpose, just like the ants and bees, simply by existing and living from my heart; I'd like to make more of a stress on the last line 'living from my heart'. It is all that we ever live for— to see the world from our hearts!
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