There’s a saying that everything happens for a reason. Is that true? Or is this a notion someone invented so that we would not suspect our lives are a waste? The concept of the hereafter, I suppose, serves the same function.
Frankly, I believe in both of these ideas. I mean, we must have purpose, right?
If not, why did we bother to evolve as human beings? We might as well all be Neanderthals (not just some of us) figuring out what to do with the lightning-caused fire, getting burned. For what, to pass knowledge down to future generations? Why bother if all our children can really do is procreate and die, maybe become extinct?
In order to keep going every day, we straddle the line of faith and denial–that is, belief in what we cannot prove directly and non-acknowledgment of death, our ultimate fate.
My faith that everything happens for a reason is not blind. Chaos, I think, is a human invention, a byproduct of our need to inject everything with our own will–which, ironically is our nature. True nature, the universe, the course of the planets, the passing of night and day, seeds taking root, our own body mechanics, all of these are regular and predictable. They follow the rules, they stick to a pattern. Each step in the process has a purpose.
Just because we don’t always know what the purpose is doesn’t mean there is no purpose.
As for life after death, we all live on in some shape or form, either here, up yonder, down below, through our children/ideas/daisies/deeds/reborn selves: It’s all just one continuous circle.
© Sweepy Jean and Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World, 2011