Why are we here?

Question Mark

As humans we have this innate attribute of posing questions. As children exploring the world and acquiring language skills we hit a questioning phase. A phase where we try to grasp the essense and discover the reason behind all we see and all we encounter. We test those that surround us by badgering them with the question of “why?”.  Our questioning trait stems from our innate curiosity.

In sync with all that we pass through in life procuring information from that which surrounds us, from beings we cross paths with, from the books we read, from conversations we have, from places we see, etc.  Everything that surrounds us contributes, experiences we undergo, people we meet, shape the people we become, opinions we hold, norms and morals we live by. What’s funny is that in this day and age, originality is an aspiration many aim to attain, but if we were completely honest with ourselves we would notice that as desirable as we see it, it is a quality we all aspire to meet. So, that in it self proves the absurdity of the idea.

Through the span of our lifetime one of the most important questions we ever ask, whether to others or quietly to ourselves, is “how we came to be”? If we haven’t been raised with a strong religous background then we question the existence of God. And even sometimes when we do have that background we might still question whether we have been mislead, whether the belief in a God is as absurd a concept as belief in the validity of Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, the easter bunny…Under such a circumstance we may turn to science as more often than not it provides an explanation that attempts to nullify the existence of a higher power. Or, we might just learn to turn off that pestering question as it is sometimes easier to ignore the notions we don’t understand than face them. With religion comes responsibilty, to one’s self and to the God. It is in human kinds nature to not want to take on the responsibilities of growing up. As children we get bothered by parents/guardians when they lay down the law; calling the shots of when its time to wake up when its bedtime, school is not an option, no you can’t buy that and so on. As children we long for the time when we will be able to make these decisions for ourselves. Then, before we know it, sooner than we know it, we’re all grown up and we get to make all the decisions, but with the ability to make decisions come the responsibilities of providing for ourselves. Now, it’s time for us to long for our childhood, a simpler time when we were carefree, when we didn’t have to worry about all those issues that come with being a grown up. With all the obligations we have, it seems like we ignore those that we just don’t have time for, instead of making the appropriate time. When we grow up without the need to turn to a religious God we might see ourselves as not really needing one.

Life passes so fast, too fast. For most of us, we quickly fall into habit and routine, whether we work and everyday is basically the same one, whether we are a stay at home parent and again everyday is the same. As humans we are habitual beings. When we are rushing to pay the bills, take care of kids, furthering our careers, it becomes exceedingly easier to turn off the question of the existence of a higher power. But, I am here to tell you that there is a reason behind our existence, a very simple reason. There is also an answer to that gnawing question “Does a God exist?” again a simple answer.

So, its time to stop shrugging off the question. It is time to put aside a moment in our lives to find the answer. To my audience which currently consists solely of my husband seeing as I haven’t spoken of this blog to another. I sincerely hope that this will change soon, but even if only one person in a world of 7.2 billion out there hears me, I’ll consider this a success. I ask of you, my readers, to hear me with an open mind and heart. I in turn will be open to answering any questions or speculations I may receive and I promise that I will try to the best of my ability to provide you with the answers you so seek.

till next time,

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Sarah Gavoci

I am a citizen of the world, a slave, a psychologist, a daughter, a mother, a wife, a sister, a friend. I have an undergrad psychology degree, a psychiatry master's degree. I am a reading fanatic always have been and a writing enthusiast. So, here's my opportunity to give writing to a wider audience a chance.

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