Why do I exist?
Have you ever simply asked yourself the question… Why do I exist? What is my purpose in life? Why was I created, and what will I do with my creation? Furthermore, why does existence itself even exist?
Much of my life after the age of 16 has been spent in deep thought pondering the mysteries of life and existence. I believe, I have come to a conclusion, and just may have some what of an answer for the question “why do we exist?”
I don’t make this statement lightly, and neither do I claim to be absolutely sure of my conclusion. In fact, even if I am proven to be correct, there still are so many questions left. Namely, why does existence exist? That, of course, is a much greater question than simply why we exist? and a question which I think no philosopher, scientist or anyone for that matter can answer. But the path I have stumbled upon may be the first step towards the possibility of understanding and forming an actual answer to this compound question.
So why do I exist? Well, when considering an answer I would suggest we look at humanity in its present form and gauge what its greatest gift is. In my personal opinion, we are mostly skilled as creators, thinkers and problem solvers. We shape the world around us, sometimes for the better and sometimes, unfortunately for the worse. However I fully believe that with the rapid increases in intellect, we are soon to witness that we will move away from our selfishness and materialism, and instead contribute solely to the greater good, and advancement of humanity.
Growing up my parents never failed to make it profoundly clear to me how important it is for me to live a life of use to others. In all honestly I never truly understood why they stressed about it so much or constantly reminded me of the importance of it, until I eventually matured. As I watched the news, read the papers and heard about all the injustice that was happening in my world, one day it all just clicked. I started to view the world around me differently, I realised I was merely just a small living particle in this world, yet my actions big or small could make the biggest difference I could ever imagine, and that there was a reason for my existence. And soon I started to realise how blessed I was to be given all that I have. I think those of us who are lucky enough to be raised in first world countries, with endless opportunities and resources should make the absolute most of this, and to serve those who are suffering under the dual crushing stones of poverty, foul luck or oppressed by their own governments.
Yes, indeed, I believe amongst many others things, we were created to contribute to the improvement of the world by simply dedicating our talents and our work, towards becoming a catalyst of change in whatever field it may be. It is said that a helping hand from a happier place can do wonders to both the beholder and the receiver and can pull you both out of your darkest depths. You were born to do great things for yourself and for others. Sometimes it astounds me at how many people take their own existence so lightly and never think far beyond the scope of “I’m just here”.
As a matter of fact, the probability of your being born, all the events that have ever lead up to your existence is 1/102,685,000, Just as a comparison… the approximate number of atoms known in the universe is said to be 1080.
And for you to visualize exactly what this insane number can be interpreted as, is the probability of 2.5 million people (more than half the population of Melbourne) getting together each to play a game, to roll a dice with a trillion sides and to all come up with the exact same number!
A miracle is said to be an event so unlikely as to be almost impossible. Well by that definition, I’ve just proven that you are a miracle. Now go on and act like the miracle that you are!
& most importantly, in life always treat those how you want to be treated.
& Trust me you would be surprised to learn how many people unfortunately are yet to discover or understand this one simple concept.
Show respect to even those who don’t deserve it, not as a reflection of their character but as a reflection of your own.