The WHY question

I have been writing a lot about how other people found their meaning but I have not really been able to do the same for myself. It is difficult for me to understand how and why I have been put onto this planet. There are so many theories and philosophies as to how I got to this point. I keep wondering and waiting for some sort of answer to appear from somewhere, but I always come to the same conclusion: I do not know. I do know that I was born on 11 December in the DRC and that as a Sagittarius, I question a lot of things but none of what I do every day makes sense. I know that we can bring logic into this, but this is not about logic.

 

Someone`s purpose does not begin with a clear logical flow; it begins with what the purpose should be and how this should flow from there. I learnt about the tools which people have to ‘make sense of all of this’ in high school. My Drama teacher taught us about Absurdism, Existentialism and Nihilism. I remember she told us to not let this stuff get into our heads. Imagine having a mid-life crisis at 17 years old! Yes, take what you study seriously and learn to understand but do not think too hard, your brain will run for the hills.

 

I have learnt that it is easier to just let things be and to accept them as they are. It is such a waste of time thinking and messing with your own mind about why, why and why. I used to do this especially when I was thinking about life being so boring. I had to take that remote and make it my own and I listened to Oscar Wilde when he said ‘To live is the rarest thing, most people exist, that is all.’

Bunny on my heart

As gentle and as soft a mother`s love follows me everywhere that I go. I cannot say that I cannot live without it but I have become quite attached to it, my gentle bunny rabbit.

He gave it to me when I turned 21 and it is as gentle as his hands intertwined into mine.It is all about pride and nothing else.I do not carry it around for him, it just makes me feel good.This bunny is malleable in my hand , it follows my path and direction.

I smile every time I hold it. Its warmth and gentle touch engulfs me and I feel fuzzy inside.It has eyes but you have to search for for them. You just have to feel.

I understand why children may want to have a companion when they sleep. To be comforted is to be secure.This bunny could be a home for you, like your warm bed, your covers dipped in your fragrance. It is familiar, helping and making you sleep into the night.

It will never hurt me , like words and actions do but it will make me wonder. Wondering about why I have put so much thought on this, why I have placed so much meaning onto this stuffed animal, because that is all it is right?

You may disagree with me, but we have been placed here to make our own meaning even if it is out of nothing.