Monday, July 13, 2015

The Meaning of Life


The Meaning of Life


                What is the meaning of life? That is a question many people have been asking for centuries and one that has yet to be answered. Almost everyone wants to find out what our time here on earth is about. In the book The Five People You Meet in Heaven we are told Heaven is all about answering that question and teaching us lessons about life. One such lesson is, “That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.” And while this is vague, that just allows us to interpret it in our own way.

            “That there are no random acts.” To me, this just means that everything happens for a reason. Of course things like becoming an epidemiologist and discovering a cure for a disease seem obviously not random. But even supposedly insignificant things happen for a reason. For example, if you stub your toe on the leg of a chair that is jutting out from a table and you push it back in so that others would not stub their toes.

            “That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.”  This section is more difficult to interpret. However, I think it means that deep down we all care for one another. Though you may not like someone, seeing them suffering will usually make you sad and sympathetic towards them. Even with things like someone getting nervous while talking in front of a class makes me feel bad for them. And no matter how much we despise someone, we never truly want them to die. When people die or are killed, we become filled with sorrow. But we can also forgive anyone, no matter what they do. Recently nine innocent people were shot and killed in a church while doing a Bible study, but some of the family members and friends forgave the killer. They knew that we are in this together and that we should love one another, rather than hold grudges. No matter how much we hate someone, we can no more separate them from us than we can separate a breeze from the wind.

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