Blog Entry #3

Sometimes we start questioning ourselves, society or life in general but that doesn't mean we have to find the answers right away; it's best to leave some of our ideas alone every once in a while, so we don't have to put up with ourselves going over and over the same questions without even finding a broad answer that actually meets our expectations and leaves us completely satisfied.

The problem with questioning oneself about the world is that the more and more questions you make, (contrary to what one expects) the more confused you get because of the uncertainty of everything. The truth is no one really has the answers, the majority might be backed up by science yet there's a lot more of what we don't know than what we actually know, so once a question emerges in our heads regarding life itself, the number of queries begins to increase whereby nothing really makes sense anymore, fogging up our minds.
Frankly, from my point of view, every little thing that surrounds us is a construct, we just choose to take it as true because we are taught to accept most things as they are without even doubting its provenance. As soon as you begin second guessing the origin of everything, the rest pretty much becomes irrelevant; you start losing yourself in incertitude, consequently facts stop adding up in your brain and you end up drowning yourself in your own pool of thoughts.

A lot of us spend a considerable portion of our lifetime pursuing happiness. Trying to find our purpose in this world is one of our biggest concerns.

-What am I doing here in this overpopulated world? 

This question has crossed each of our minds at least one time in our lives, never truly leaving until we decide to hold onto something that moves us. "They" tell us we all have a mission on earth, that we were not born for nothing, that it's our job to find what we were "sent" to do and build a life around it, that once we find it, we'll get this feeling of wholeness and everything will be at peace.

But... there's this thought that has been sitting with me in the back of my head (for a little too long now) that I'd hate to admit to anyone because I can only imagine what their face expression would be as soon as they hear the words coming out of my mouth: What if there's not an actual purpose we come to this world for? Since everything is a construct, maybe we just need to believe whatever we want to believe to come at peace with our own selves and then the world.

Do we really need a motor to moves us through life joyfully? Is it wrong if I decide not to think much of it and just choose to "float" through life instead?

At the end of the day, everyone sees things differently, hence it's all about how we perceive things along with the power and faith we have upon ourselves, and the way we decide to approach the different situations life puts us trough.