Why am I here?

You arrive on the scene without much of a clue, just poking around and allowing yourself to be pulled in a million different directions.

You are a magnificent impossibility. A miracle. And yet day to day you act as if you are not. Responsibilities, distractions, obligations; each make their claim on you. Consciousness is not a luxury you can afford.

And yet here you are; now in this moment. Perhaps not sure how you got here or whether to be happy or scared; but it reminds you of something... that you are alive. For a second a feeling of Purpose flashes through you. The intrinsic value of the moment. You feel it. You know it. It's yours.

And then you doubt it.

What is there to gain from this? Dreams are for children. Adults practice... practicality. How did I get here again? What was my purpose? No, not my Purpose. I know I had practical reason for being here.

Ah of course money. That's what we're here for. Let's forget that Purpose nonsense and get back to our purpose. I need to amass money. You need money to do anything. Let's solve that question before we tackle any bigger ones.

But what if your purpose and Purpose suddenly became one in the same?

The revolution won't be televised. The revolution will take place with each post you make, each up vote you give, each comment you leave.

Or maybe not. Maybe I'm just a nut on a rant and this will turn out to be just another failed experimemt. Either way, give me a follow and let's find out together.