THE PURPOSE OF LIFE

its interesting how so many of us are living and we dont know why this is happening to us. Why are we going through this life? a very difficult question to answer. Certainly what we all must have thought at some point in our lives.

I was young once. I started growing up. Started questioning things. But my biggest question remained unanswered. I kept struggling to find my purpose in life. I was just breathing and had a pulse like everyone else but never knew why.

I started searching. I still am. But i want to share what i know seems true me.

We are born into this life through a portal of blinding light. Our physical form is holding in itself a tiny fraction of something extrodinary and enormous. We are meant to go through this life to learn lessons.

As a child knows nothing about how the world works, our souls are naive and vulnerable. They are especially vulnerable to what our bodies do to them. As a child grows he becomes what the world turns him into, but the "instinct" the unexplained drive which always tells him whats right and whats wrong is what our souls are constantly reminding us. Because they are pure and beautiful and flawless creations. But our bodies are "worldly costumes" which have their own needs and desires. So as humans we are constantly living in this struggle between a pure existence being controlled and trapped in a materialistic body.

The purpose of this life is to listen to our soul. Keep our souls pure. The moment we start listening to our bodies and let them drive the show, our souls are changed, they get damaged and hurt. We become dissatisfied. And we are lost in life. And as our bodies grow older, our souls become distasteful, hurt and impure. And once we exit this body, our souls will create a world for us which will be suffering and torment for our existence..

As soon as we listen to out instincts, give time for our soul to speak, we become satisfied, content with ourselves and fearless.

We need to go through this life to learn lessons. Every step we take is an actual lesson to be learned and that lesson is to make or souls stronger and make our existence purposeful. When we go down this road, our souls flourish until a point where its time we transend from this human existence to a much better form of existence and we move on to the next stage of our existence.

The only way to feed our soul and make life worth living is to see the souls around you and help them get to the point where you want you soul to be. And the reason for that is that we are actually coming from a single source, a single and one truth. Helping another soul is in a way helping yourself. The moment we do this, we go a step forward towards greatness, we feel happy, we feel satisfied. Its like a drug for our soul and it gives you satisfaction which is a sign that what you did was worth it and you need to keep doing that. So our lives basically are a service. You serve for the different souls around you and in return you go high up the ladder towards the One. Once you reach the top of the ladder in this world, you are ready to lead a much better and great life in your next existence.

This service in this world connects you to that single Oneness that drives every single form, living, non-living and is the One that is gives you pure unconditional love, is the Most Merciful and is the only constant thing in any form of existence you will ever have, That immense power gave you life and everything around you and is there to protect you and you will always eventually go back to this Magnificient being. If you understand this then it makes life so much simpler because loving, being merciful, being compassionate to every living in this world makes sense because its a way you are connecting with the One. You see pure love and truth in everything around you and your soul makes you appreciate every second of this life.

A new Beginning

The world was blurry, its sharpness no longer evident. She felt weightless; that comforting pull of gravity no longer holding her down. Her mind was a vast space engulfed in total darkness. Concentrate as she might she was incapable of recall. Suddenly she felt someone sucking the air out of her lungs .Her mind commanded her to reach for the shimmering light she saw above. Her arms and legs flung on their volition to reach for the only place different from the dark abyss around her. She broke through to the light; instinctively she gasped as warm air gushed into her lungs. Her body glowed as the sunlight fell onto the glistening drops on her body. She couldn’t recall what the drops were. She skimmed her hand across the ripples around her, awed at how the blushful bubbles waltzed with her touch. She raised her hands giggling at how her fingers interlocked so perfectly. And then she saw in the water a sight which barricaded the warm air from rushing into her lungs. It was a mirage of the most mesmerizing creature she had ever seen. Its hair, a fiery red, fell in disarray around its shoulder. Its skin was moist with beaded bubbles winking at her. Its lips were lush, like ruby berries, trembling with premonition. Its skin was alabaster with rose hue cheeks and her eyes were a dazzling azure which darkened to almost honey in order to erase their vulnerability when it realized it was also staring at a stranger. Reflexively she swung her hands to shove the creature away, only to find her hand splash some of the magnificent bubbles again. Perplexed she stared yet again at the image as the bubbles settled. She breathed in deeply forgetting she had held her breath and saw the stranger's chest heave as did her own. She touched her cheek and saw that the mirage did the same. How eerie she mused.
She swung around as she heard a twittering sound behind her. It was then that she saw the splendor of her surroundings. She saw the lush mossed trees which towered above this blue lagoon . The greenery was abud with life . She saw the most fascinating creatures shrouded in a multitude of colors fly across the sky; their whistles reverberating like a siren beckoning her. The strangest little creatures, with a color that matched her eyes, with four tiny limbs flew relentlessly through the air from one tree to another. She waded out of the pool leaving a terrain of drops on the dry earth. She kneeled down and scooped up the dirt in her hands. She inhaled its musky invigorating scent; its bitter taste stung her tongue. She walked up to a tree and saw a thick honey colored liquid oozing out of its bark. She saw the funny little rounded bunches hanging from a vine. She broke one off and squeezed it and giggled as purple liquid flowed onto her hand. She warily touched the tip of her tongue to the liquid; not wanting a bitter taste again. Instead she tasted the most tantalizing flavor, the sourness of which made her shiver. She felt smooth leather brush against her ankle and saw a long creature as it slithered across her toes its scaly skin a canvas of speckled greens. Its feel was leathery for the brief moment her hands contacted its skin. Right in front of her a miniscule creature, with what she figured were a thousand legs towards the sky, lay wriggling. It seemed to be in discomfort so she placed it onto her palm and watched in awe at how it its legs moved across her palm at such mindboggling speed. It tickled her palm giving rise to a giddy sensation in her stomach so she placed her hand across the ground as it wriggled off of her alien palm onto its familiar territory.
The wind carried with it a mirthful sound; sound of laughter like her own. She rose drawn towards the peculiar sound and entered the shrouded path beyond this haven. She continued walking her step as light as a feather beneath the vines which bent with apples. The barred clouds bloomed the soft dying day as she drew near to the tinkling laughter. Then from behind the mossy green shrubs she saw a similar creature she had seen in the pool of bubbles. There was a fume of poppies in the air, making her drowsy .The creatures hair, as dark as ebony, softly lifted as the wind whispered. It sat across the dewy grass humming a melody so very enchanting. It was using a contraption to squeeze the same round purple bunches she had seen earlier. She was mesmerized as she saw the purple liquid ooze slowly into a basket. Then she noticed she could see less of the creature's bare skin. It had the same mounds on its chest like she did. They were strange to touch, plush and soft and as she touched them she noticed the dark ends transforming into pointed nubbins. It was a strange sensation; the same giddiness welling up in her stomach again. Her head shot up as she saw the source of the tinkling laughter again. It was a tiny creature like her but with shorter hair. It was skipping about giggling speaking in a language she could not comprehend. It went next to the other creature and put its arms around it and both of them laughed heartily. She had never seen a site as such that made something within her chest plummet and hit the bottom. She was intrigued by the protectiveness the bigger creature showed and the mirth they shared that sank into every seed of this meadow. She wished to reveal herself but her primitive instincts guarded her every move. A primal fear enveloped her and she remained stationery. Her mind coaxed her to go forward; such joy could never harm her; but her body refused to obey. The brightness above was waning and darkness began to shroud the terrain. She watched as the two creatures receded from her vision as if being carried away by the winnowing wind. Her feet stayed rooted and she listened helplessly as the tinkling laughter of the tiny creature and the hypnotizing melody became replaced by the wailful choir of the mourning crickets and the monotonous droning of the black beetles...

euphoria

life is a constant state of euphoria...a bliss in which you can get lost..and the only way to get out is to laugh...but this state of mind is not shared by many...what is it about life that makes us feel distant and at times different about it?....some of us alienate ourselves from life..its wonders..its unpredictability..its excitement..but why?...those people are not new in this world for sure..they have usually lived half of their lives...then why do they plan to get rid of their life?..what makes a person think, plan or even attempt murder on him/herself?...why does life become a problem they need to get rid of?..is it because they hate life?..themselves?..the world around them?..the people that live in it?...whatever the case is, they face all their fears and try to end everything...for a normal person its hard to think about death..any incident that causes a person to be in a life threatening situation shakes the core of our existence and makes us realize what life is about...but for someone who has made a concious decision to end whats left has no such feelings...not having a life is what excites them...will eventually end their misery..because life no longer has meaning for them...what these people need to realize is that life alhough short and unpredictable, it still can be changed with effort...that euphoria that we feel is a constant struggle between ourselves and our existence..we are fighting and trying to maintain our lives as good as we can because man was made to fight..and try..to suceed and live...because without life..there is nothing..just darkness...end

BLIND

i wake up...the wind is blowing through the open window..i could see the street light...the light forcing its way onto the edge of my bed...i hear someone around me...its strange...i live alone....i am confused..i think that was a dream...but i can still hear someone...and is that someone crying?...yes it is...the crying gets louder.....and louder....and louder....i am scared now.....i look around..i cant see anyone...but i can hear crying....i can hear crying....not one..not two...but several different cries...my heart races...i cant breathe...but why are my eyes unable to see whats going on...i can hear...feel the sweat dribbling down my face...but why am i unable to see??....why am i unable to see those people who cry everyday?....they cry while i sleep in my comfortable bed....i have two pillows....not one....for my head.....but i cant see people sleeping on the street...where the sky is their roof and the dirt is their pillow....my eyes refuse to see them...i look at my hands..they are shaking....i have a stitch scar on my finger....i see it..i can touch it....i can feel it...but why cant i see the so many cuts and bruises on those people who cry their hearts out in pain??....i have lost the ability to see....i have lost the ability to see their faces..with tearful eyes....i refuse to believe that there is anything else in the world but me.....i can only see myself and all around its dark....my hands keep shaking...i can see them shake....but i cant see the faces of those who were shaken by disaster...they became homeless....they died.....i am alive.....but i am blind...

LIONS

the lion teaches its cubs as they grow , how to hunt…this teaching continues as they grow..every step of the way there is a new lesson to be taught…and the lioness is a master of killing…and most of them are…they want to pass it on to its cubs…this will make them independent confident and do what they were meant to do due to their chromosomal structure….and the cubs are eager in learning…they are involved and restless….they want to be strong….and better then each other…they struggle.. sometimes fail..but never stop believing in themselves…wanted to make there parents proud….and most of them do…every time they hunt with their mother…they observe…learn…and practice with each other….they soon learn the purpose of all the teaching and knowledge that they gained…and then they realize that hunger can be a very bad feeling….and survival means that you are able to provide….and be self sufficient….all along the way the cubs gain confidence…with age they gain wisdom..they can predict things..fear things that might be harmful…and try to avoid them…they become more focused in their goal and realize that now they are no longer cubs..but have basically turned into what their parents were…another breed of animals…trying to live…trying to survive and passing it on to their young ones….they don’t understand why their parents are getting old…why they are supposed to get old like them somewhere along the way….and why their own children will go through it like them?..they don’t question or complain….but just try to live their lives…..

Nothing lasts forever..everything in this world is mortal…there is a time for everything to end..and that time is something we can only predict and never be certain about...and we don’t realize but everything in this world is moving towards ITS time!...we are moving towards an END…we can never go back in time…and as the clock is ticking, time is running out…We know one day our existence will become someones memory…and we all know that depending on how strong an impression we made to everyone around us will b the factor that will keep us alive in others memories....its amazing how our lives will be transformed into just, memories…and after a certain amount of time most of us will hardly be remembered…we block every thought that comes to our mind about the end…these thoughts come back to us only when we experience death around us…
Our lives are insignificant on a time scale from the beginning of time till the end…they seem significant and sometimes never ending only to us, while to someone who is observing us and can do that from the beginning till the end would think of our lives as nothing more than a split second or even less…..we can even get a feeling of this when we consider our age and realize that how did we get that old? And where did the time go?

KNOWLEDGE

There is so much detail in this world that we tend to ignore..so many little things around us..so many things happening all around us..but we only see what we want to see…we disregard whatever we want to and focus on whats important to us…we only seem to see or hear what we want to….what if we paid a little more attention to the world around us?...what if we were not that ignorant and gave other things a chance to be a part of our memories…?....what if we paid attention to little details?...is that’s what living is all about?..paying attention to whats happening around us?...we probably need to be influenced by those things to make our lives more meaning full or worth living….but what are we capable of when it comes to details?...our defence mechanisms try to defend our brain from overloading with information and capture what we seem to think is important and leave the rest….then what is knowledge?...how do u define its boundaries?....does knowing a lot of information knowledgeable or only whats important to others and to yourself??...how do you define the boundaries for knowledge??...how do you judge knowledge of a person about the world and its ways?..about the life and its mysteries?...