Why does this life feel this way? There’s got to be some reasoning behind it. I wish I had a reason for any of it, most of it, whatever there is I’m supposed to think or do or say. One of those things needs to become aparent.
So, what is this life exactly? We come here, we’re born that is. We seek out to do that which is good eternally and then we die? Is that all there is to it? I mean sure we’re meant to build up the Kingdom of God on the Earth as it were, but we can’t do it alone now can we? It would be nice if there was a guidebook that we could follow. No I’’m not talking about the Bible, sure that’s a good guidebook in itself, but there are problems with it. Not talking about the Book of Mormon either. There are problems with that too. But I’m not allowed to speak out against such matters, it is too sacred a thing to do so. So I don’t. If I had to wager a guess at what this life is all about, I would hazard a guess that it is something unique and special. That’s about as basic as I can get. There doesn’t appear to be anything else that can be said about it all. I wish there was, but I am unable to fully see what it is all about. Maybe life will have a way of letting me in on that secret someday? I d...