Meaning of life
Over the years, I’ve spent a great deal time pondering the age-old question, “Why are we here?”
As a kid, I would stand in front of the mirror, peering relentlessly into my own eyes and ask why I existed. What am I here for? What am I supposed to do? Am I here by chance or is there a purpose behind my existence? Was I part of a higher being’s great celestial plan? Or was I here based on a big bang and pure chance?
I never did find an answer.
But that didn’t keep me from asking the question. As I got older and wiser I began to think that maybe I was put on this earth to do good. To bring joy to peoples lives. To leave the world a better place. To make a difference in the life of a child.
As I studied the stars on a crystal clear night, I would ponder the heavens and wonder about all the possibilities strewn across the galaxy and galaxies beyond. And again I’d think of the question… why? Is it to behold a sunset while holding your wife in your arms? Is it to witness the newborn cries of your children and see life being created and all of its possibilities? Perhaps it’s to experience laughter and sorrow and fear and joy and love and anger so that you may truly know yourself. Perhaps each of us is put here to learn as much about ourselves as possible before we move on to the next stage. Or perhaps this is the last stage.
Years and years of pondering have brought me to this point. One where I finally know myself and I can finally answer the question, “Why am I here?”
The answer, it turns out is this:
To eat donuts.
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I believe we are here to glorify God which is pretty scary since if you look at my life you might think it was to eat donuts too.
I’ll have to work on that.
Comment by Ginger — June 2, 2009 @ 6:01 am
ah…but what *kind* of donuts??!?!
Comment by ali — June 2, 2009 @ 6:55 am
Our children’s director at church brings donuts each week for all the Sunday School teachers. My dad often shares his with Ane and Tad. Last week, after getting a nibble of Gichan’s apple fritter, Ane looked at me quite seriously and said, “Someday, I will be a Sunday School teacher, and I will get a WHOLE donut.”
A girl’s gotta have goals.
And I will take the glazed old-fashioned cake donuts. With a tall glass of milk.
Comment by Deanna — June 2, 2009 @ 7:51 am
Mmmm doughnuts…..
Comment by Miss Grace — June 2, 2009 @ 8:09 am
You have found the meaning of the universe … and made me smile. Thank you!
Comment by Andi — June 2, 2009 @ 10:46 am
You are on the right track, when you ask “what” are we supposed to do with the life we have and eating donuts can be a worthy end. Just think of what you will do for others: provide employment to heart specialists, diet gurus, makers of weight reduction gadgets (thigh master comes to mind), reality shows (Biggest Loser), sweatshops in China and other third world countries who make xxx size clothing.
Comment by Grandmother — June 3, 2009 @ 12:37 pm
LOL – here I was thinking “Wow, he was a much more intense and introspective child than I was..” but you totally redeemed yourself at the end.
Comment by Kellee — June 5, 2009 @ 8:18 am
HEY! Your blog is mentioned (and given an “A”) in Entertainment Weekly! I just read it! Congrats to you! And by the way, June 5 was National Donut Day!
Comment by misfithausfrau — June 6, 2009 @ 5:21 am