We are like burnt logs of wood, drifting downstream. Now that we have served our purpose , we are allowed to rot, decompose and vanish from view. Downstream is where we go, we flow where the current takes us, not questioning anything, silently , onward to our obvious removal from existence.
Two words, purpose and existence. And so much is said in between. What is the purpose of existence ? What is the existence of purpose ? Abstract nouns, leading to abstract ideas. Abstract because no-one ponders about them. Why bother ? Let us keep moving. Tight-lipped,
un-mindful, without realisation. As we have been , all our lives till now.
Now. The word rings with weight. Denotes energy , denotes action. Now we do what is to be done. What was to be done before. Now , we stop. Now , we think , and not be made to think, and made to believe that it was ourselves that thought. Us , and they. They who manipulate us. They who try to , and are successful at giving us a purpose. Giving us an existence.
Now, we break them. And try to remember. Anything. I remember a few moments in my life. Toy, hatred. anger, humiliation, love. I remember them all. It is strange how these things prioritise themselves in your remembrance. Not the facts. Not the data. But these.
These are it. These are the reasons why we exist. Emotions. Interactions. Being 'human'-like in form,shape and thought. These form the purpose. The purpose of our existence. We exist to feel. We feel to exist.
I will not say everything I am thinking. You do that part for yourself.
That is the existence of purpose .
That is the purpose of existence.
