Pondering About Purpose of Human’s Life
by We don’t know where we come from and where we leave. Let’s try to think about breaking the rules..
Eventually we come to suffer…It is proved we have souls living in bodies willing to release…So body is given to purify soul. Soul may get purified through its body. That’s why body feels pain, brain endures moral torture, we suffer…Have you ever thought of a final purpose of all that? I have. And I think about it all the time trying to find any kind of logical explanation. One person is born to write books, another one – to play power, someone came to teach, someone – to learn, but they all suffer. Each and every single brain has virtues that make it bear moral damages. And those virtues are so strong that we hardly get rid of them. Usually we carry them all through our lives not able to resist. There are always two reactions – from one side we understand that the things we appreciate much make us suffer, but from another side – we can’t live without them. What’s the purpose? If only to purify, what’s the continuation then? I try to find logic. Someone dies young, someone commit suicide, someone lives to hundred. Everyone has his mission to complete. So must be death as the end of mission. Reincarnation…Does it exist? Logically it really does. Because we can explain many things from the point of view of all this. And that’s my sacred duty to write it down.
We all are just prisoners. Spirits themselves are free. And they are imprisoned in bodies. We all receive a term. The question is who determines our terms – the date of sentence and the date of discharge. So death is the date of discharge. We can consider death as a day of freedom. I have to ponder what’s next. Next is that the punishment “they” created is the most perfect punishment I may ever imagine. They created time for us, but we still don’t know what’s time. It seems to flow away very quickly. If you ever stare at the clock pointer you might feel how inexorable its run. But if you look at the situation from another side you’ll see that obviously that’s only a pointer made of steel and nothing more. Yes, it runs, but we’re not so sure what’s going on with its run. We’re just convicted that the time passes. We live by rules created by ourselves. I want to break them. Because if to think what waits us behind life everything becomes so miserable. Even if we get life after life, only thought of that transition makes us shiver.
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