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Some say their purpose in life is to be kind. Be selfless, be kind, give to the poor, reap rewards in the next life. Some say it is to live a life of no regrets. To be able to say at the end of your life, “I lived the best life I could and I don’t regret a thing I did.” Some say it’s to praise a higher power, a Creator, if you will, to make things about our Creator, not about ourselves, for everything given to us in this life was given to us by our god and our god will take us to a better place if we serve him or her. Some say this is it, this is all we have, so success in this life is the most important thing. Make the most money, have the most expensive possessions, climb the highest in the career ladder.
My opinion of the purpose of life: The Human Experience.
What makes being a human so sacred is the experiences we have. What one person experiences can be completely different from what another experiences. Even at the same place, at the same time, doing the same thing, no two people experience is the same. I never take for granted my senses: Taste, smell, touch, hearing, smell. I marvel at these experiences. Our Creator gave us these amazing abilities to be able to experience life on earth as deeply as possible. Taste, biologically to help us know what is good and what is bad to eat for our bodies as well as giving us pleasure when we taste something we like. Touch, biologically to warn us when something is too hot, cold, or painful, along with the amazing feelings of a hug or kiss. Each sense serves a dual purpose, to help us survive and adapt to the conditions of this planet and to serve as a pleasurable experience.
We’re not robots. We have souls that speak to our mind and a mind that speaks to our body. We have the ability to feel love, anger, joy, sadness, kindness, and betrayal. Everything affects us, from birth to death. The songs we listen to, the foods we eat, the people we meet. Our experiences mold us into who we are, how we feel about people, what we do. Our world view.
I’ve heard many people say something like this. “Our experiences don’t matter, our identity is through Christ, we know who we are through Him.” So, you’re telling me that I enjoy metal music because God instilled that in me. I’m an artist because I was born that way. I had no choice? What if I was born in the middle of nowhere with no Internet, I may have never been exposed metal music and maybe I was homeschooled by a mom who had never touched an art supply. I believe that my music tastes and my love of art strongly shape my identity. Music and art are very important to me because of the experiences I have with them. I get a sense of euphoria when I play a song that speaks to me. I blare that song until I get the chords and rhythm tattooed onto my mind. That song is a part of me, now. I soak up the words, the emotion behind them, how it makes me feel, my perception of the ideas that that band is portraying. I love this song. I attempt to come up with the words I need to describe it. I could show this song to someone and explain to them why I liked this song so much. They wouldn’t get it. Even if they do get my words, I can’t share with them the feeling I get while playing/listening to it. It will make them feel completely different. The same applies regarding my art. I don’t care if people hate it or love it, it’s mine. I created that. That’s my perception of an idea, a recreation of someone’s work I idolize and how it makes me feel. My art reflects how I feel and my experiences. Art isn’t about being completely original, it’s about having an opinion. If I had gone through different experiences, my art would be completely different, I have no doubt. It’s something I love to do and that’s a feeling I wouldn’t trade the world for.
We wouldn’t have such intense emotions if not for a reason. We wouldn’t be so dramatically affected by our experiences if they meant nothing. We wouldn’t have been given free will if who we are didn’t matter. We wouldn’t be able to have fun, feel pleasure, or feel the things we do if the human experience didn’t matter in the eyes of our creator. Our Creator wouldn’t make such a stunning, beautiful world full of mystery if we weren’t meant to live to the fullest and experience it. This world wouldn’t appeal to our senses if we were to only take it for granted and ignore it. I don’t think who we are is predetermined. I think we make who we are and our experiences help shape us. It’s our choice what we do with them. We can let what happens to us tear us down or make us stronger. It’s our choice what do with our experiences. I choose to let them help me grow and when I do fall down, I get back up again. I want to have the most human experiences I can until I ascend into the next life. Positive and negative, they are all important, and I embrace them. Worry and fear tear away at the human experience. They take away from today, tomorrow, and the future. They keep us from failing. There is nothing wrong with failure. Failing is part of life, teaching us a lesson on what not to do next time. Anyone who did anything didn’t do it right the first time. They failed until they figured it out. Worry rids us of tomorrow’s strength. It’s a misuse of imagination. Use that imagination to create something. What happens happens, you can’t change it, but you can change what you think about, do with your time, and how you respond. Stop worrying about tomorrow and live today. Tomorrow may never come. The human experience is short, so live doing what you love.
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