Why am I here?

(Well I know that Mommy and Daddy had some fun but other than that…)

What am I here for?  What is my purpose?

(Am I just another human in the universe?  Am I supposed to be more?)

Why me?

Not that I mind being here.  It’s a good place to be, as good as any I know.  What I’ve been trying to figure out is why.

Think of the odds: that particular man and that particular woman being born and then that particular man and that particular woman being attracted to each other. ..connecting…making love/having sex at the right time for their healthy sperm and fertile eggs to unite with the result that I am here: me,  born health, grew up,  and, thus far, living well.

Here I am.  I am here.  But what does that mean?  I could be anywhere.  I could be nowhere.  I could be angry. I could be satisfied.  I could be loving. I could be hateful.  I could be silent.  I could be loud.  I could be good.  I could be badass (yeah, badass).

Right now – here.  A while later – there.  I want to know why.  The answers I’ve been given are not complete.  They all have their angles and explanations but they all lack something. 

So I ponder.  And I continue.

Living the best I know how. Finding purpose along the way. Being more positive than negative.  Doing love and beauty.  Keeping peace.

Happy Birthday to me.

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