What’s it all about? Picking up milk from the grocery store, getting out of bed and showering before the start of a new day so that you are presentable for your fellow life-livers, who you encounter when you’re indulging in a guaranteed three meals a day, with the occasional snack and cup of coffee to keep you running, to help you get the important things done that need getting done. Once they’re done it’s you and the finished day. It’s you and your decisions on how to face the rest of things. The things that are beyond the things which need to get done. It’s you and questions like “what’s it all about?” Is it all for my own satisfaction? So I can look back when I’m grey and old and show my grandchildren the many challenging events I so gallantly conquered to become the triumphant person I came to be. Or is it to look back resentfully, consciously trying to erase the poor decisions of my younger days that I made in attempt to quench the insatiable need created by wonder. What’s it all about? If it’s not all for you then who is it for? If you say nothing and nobody your mother gave birth to you in vain. If you say history, what have you even accomplished that is worthy for the books. Maybe a total of twenty people will have enough experience with you to say anything of worth about how you gave their life meaning. But what if you die tomorrow or die before you get to accomplish anything great for the history of mankind? What if you die in the process of becoming the great thing you think you will become? It is in our own vanity to believe that we are so worthy of praise that our lives can tailor the actions and thoughts of generations to come. Don’t get me wrong, our impact on others is valid, however, the same insatiable desire for something more that enveloped our entire life journey will inevitably fill the hearts of the dear souls who will look up to us asking “what’s it all about?”
Like the changing of the season we’re searching for some reasons anything to make sense of this confusing series of events look around up and down everything is stressful but wait until you step back out of that body and see how the pieces fit together to a form a life that is godly even when we trip and can’t get a grip of the things that surround you the Lord still says I’m here for you come and take a sip from my never ending love that’ll fill your whole world with presents from above more caring than my own mother His words make me fall to the ground and wish that one day I’ll be worthy enough to be found
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What really makes a person who they are? Is it the things they are passionate for? Is it the people in their life, their thoughts, what they eat, their contribution to society, what society defines them as, what they read, who they associate with, their character, their family, what makes them laugh, what makes them cry….is it the love they have for others? Or is it the love others have for them? Their hopes and dreams, their childhood memories, the things they do, the things they say? What really makes a person who they are?