Why Do We Exist?

 Ever wonder why we, as a people, exist? Surely there are other species out there, aliens if you will, that deserve to exist more than we do. Do I believe in aliens? You bet I do. I believe there are other people out there on other planets. They don't look like little green or grey men. They look like us. Living their own lives and doing whatever it is they need to be doing. I mean come on; we can't be the only people in the universe. Space is too vast of a place for that to be the case. It's an unending place where there really is no end in sight. It goes on forever. I can't comprehend that, because we are taught everything has a beginning and an end. But space is much different.

Yet the question remains. Why do we exist? It makes no sense to me. Whoever made us all had a plan in mind for sure. But there must have been a reason for us to be here. To suffer things in this life and see if we can make it through life. It doesn't make sense somedays. Why would a loving God want to see his children suffer? I'd like to think that wasn't His or Her purpose in creating us. They don't want us to suffer; it's just a byproduct of living on a planet with dangerous surroundings. That's got to be it.

I have been given reasons before of why we're here. "To be tested." That's all I was told. Things change though. Answers like that change into something more complex. Does that complex answer make sense? I'm not sure. It's just a manner of thinking. Internally, externally, something along those lines. Personally, I hate it. Both the easy and complex ideas make my head hurt.

I'd rather not think about why we are here. I just want to live life and see what all is out there. There's always something to explore in this life. No matter where I go, there's something to explore.

Got out this morning for a walk. That was good. The sun was barely coming up and it was just nice. I didn't walk for very long, mostly just down to the end of the road and back. But it was worth it. Maybe that's why I exist, to experience something out there that's nice and warm. I don't know.

There are so many things unknown in this life. It can drive one mad. Crazy even. But what more do you want from it all? Don't you have enough to get by? Isn't that enough? Yeah...talk about an interesting thought process to actually have going on. I hate it.

So many things I hate about this life. I can't seem to categorize them in my mind. The music plays. Never ending, always playing going around like a record player. Constantly going around in my mind without a warning sign of stopping. It becomes annoying at some point in life. At what point that happens is up in the air. No one knows exactly the timing of it all.

I seem to have gotten off onto a tangent. I apologize. But we are here now and that is where we are going. Talk about a crazy bit of knowledge to have made known.

Maybe we are all crazy and mad and we just don't recognize it because that's how life has been for all of us. There are no normal people around. What's considered normal is just made up in someone's mind and it became the consensus about it all. Now that is an odd thought for a moment to have, isn't it.