Vacation is almost over for me, and back to the desk I must go. I’ve put off writing a bit, but today is a day of expression I suppose.
For me, spending time with family is very important and after having my daughter stay with me for a month and now my sister for another few days, I’ve come to appreciate even more the lives of those I’ve been so blessed to share my time on Earth with. This makes me realize how connected the spheres of life are, lessens the pulsing urge to figure out why everything is, and strengthens the will to just be presently engaged in the moment. This life, to me, all comes down to the grand sphere of perhaps and maybe.
Perhaps life is one big funny chemical reaction. Maybe there is no purpose at all. Perhaps living is done simply for survival and procreation. Perhaps we simply wander aimlessly without purpose or substance, and when we become dust, the light switch is turned off forever. Perhaps I don’t believe this at all.
Maybe the God of the Christian Bible is a man with a big white beard, sitting on a throne in the clouds, watching over the Earth and weeping. Perhaps this God is a practical jokester, and is laughing at the behavior of some 7 billion ant-like creatures who seem to care nothing about anything other than their own selves. Maybe this God is waiting to pull the plug on his experiment once we become too much of a burden for the Earth to sustain. Perhaps this has already happened. Maybe it never will.
Perhaps people simply miss the point of life. Perhaps they fail to see the simple beauty and concentrate only on the ugliness, or on the weather. One of these is always changing.
Maybe everyone has their own version of heaven, and each version exists for the person to experience or not. Perhaps heaven is a human creation of hope and born from a desire to live forever, a never ending eternity. Maybe everyone is right in their own personal beliefs. Maybe we’re all wrong, and finding the answer is impossible.
Perhaps we should all look upon one another and simply smile and love. Maybe then nothing else will matter. Perhaps we’re all pieces of God, destined to find our way back home. Maybe if we look within, heaven is already at hand.
Perhaps this sphere is complicated. Maybe it’s not. Perhaps we all already know the answers to all the secrets, or maybe we’ll never know. Regardless, living with appreciation for life and being able to recognize beauty is what I live for. Any answers I find are just a bonus on this trip. For me, the path or the destnation is not the point, it is the walk.