A Question Called Life

Where am I? Who am I?
How did I come to be here?
What is this thing called the world?
How did I come into the world?
Why was I not consulted?
And If I am compelled to take part in it,
Where is the director?
I want to see him. 
– Soren Kierkegaard

We are thown into this whole thing called life forgetting more than we can ever possibly know in this lifetime the minute we are born and then proceed to forget more. We have to because there is no room to put all that great treasure. Instead, we are required to develop an owner’s manuel to allow us to connect with infinite wit and wisdom for brief moments until we get the point that we don’t have to look outside for what we are already plugged into from within. We don’t know it. We are it. Explains the need for reincarnation. Some things can’t be done in one lifetime. 

The secret to a full life is to embrace living in question. Find all the answers – and you are dead, a zombie, stone cold, no more fire. I gotta question…knowing some I may answer (wrong and right) and some of my answers are waiting on the other side. Even that is a carrot. And they can wait while I live out my mountain of questions. When I am finally out of breath…then I will go…without question. 

We all live in question. What do we question every day? How we feel. A real time sample of thoughts on feelings.  And maybe….maybe….the secret to real knowing is to forget.  Then we will remember what who and what we are and try to discover more about that rather than relying only on what we have been told.