The Existence

Is our life, our existence, nothing but a random event, like the tide in the ocean, the leaf blowing in the wind, the ripple in the stream? And if there is a meaning to all of it, a purpose superimposed to our lives, is there a revolutionary spirit or a mysterious power that imbues our life with such a purpose? And if there is no such thing, why do humans take shelter for their deeds in destiny? A person believing a phase of his life to be his full life, comes to know or better, realize that it was just a phase, shouldn’t he feel wonderful that it was just a phase and there is a lot of life (as in amount of time in life, even though I believe that time in life can’t be quantitatively measured) is left? Or should he feel upset that what he considered to be his destined life, is not there anymore, instead it’s just a phase? But how does the fact that it is just a phase, with that obscure power existing (believing so), manifest itself? And even if it is obvious to us that there is a lot more to life, does knowing this fact makes life worthwhile?

I read somewhere that a futile search for an elusive meaning prevents us from correctly aligning ourselves with Objective Reality. It will frustrate our ability to achieve the only real success in life, that is, Optimal, lasting happiness. But how do we know that there is more to come? Or that the optimal level has not already been achieved? For sure, we can’t know that. For that we have to believe that the obscure power does exist and it’s going to continue giving a purpose to our lives.