Why are we here? Life’s big question… Huh?
I tend to be dramatic, theatrical. I visualize and day dream as if a movie is running constantly through my head, frame by frame.
So let me share my newest screenplay with you…
Picture something out of The Matrix or Avatar. What if our character’s divine purpose is to touch just one specific person, finding them by weaving through the web of society, dashing about, flitting from one person to another not knowing who is ‘it’. Like a supernal game of tag. What if life is not about our needs at all, but to solely fulfill that divine purpose of finding “The One” we are put here to ‘touch’? Picture life as a real life game of Pacman or some video game where you have to find the Princess through all the obstacles.
And… What pray tell, would the reward be for such a find? Well…. Heaven of course. What if we saw death as a reward and not as a sentence? Death would be the gold medal we get, that catapults us into a non-physical state of euphoria and peace. It would bring us back “home” to our true security and comfort. And the minute we touch “The One”, we die.
See, I told you I was dramatic!!
I used to wonder why my dad’s life was cut short at age 37 of a heart attack. He was a good guy, not just your average good guy, he was an episcopal priest, political activist, forward thinking, gregarious, outgoing man in the 1960’s who stood up for civil rights and touch hundreds of people with his pastoral care and welcoming hand. I never knew my dad, as I was only 15 mos old when he died, but I feel like I know him from the countless beautiful stories told by his parishioners and friends that he touched; and the brave tales of him standing up for others in the face of bullies. This small, 5’6″, slight of build, healthy, fit, tough yet kind guy could disarm you with a smile. He marched with Martin Luther King and stood for inclusion and equality for all.
So Why?? Why would HE die? Why would this virtually healthy guy who had so much to live for, who was hell bent on changing the world, why would he be dealt such a shitty hand?
I started to think about life and death. Why do we die? And what determines our time of death?
Now this is just my humble, human perspective, and my dramatic, theatrical vision, but….
what if my dad’s divine purpose was to touch one specific person. Perhaps the woman he visited in the hospital that afternoon, or the homeless man he gave money to on his way home, or the paperwork he filed that morning securing his family’s financial future.
Perhaps one of those things was his divine purpose and once it was done he was rewarded with death, with going back “home” to the most amazing place of love and peace.
He did his divine duty and won the gold medal.
Now, If that is so, why weep? Why mourn? Why not celebrate? Yes his presence is missed, after all he was larger than life, but perhaps we are the ones that need to change our mindset regarding loss. And perhaps our duty, as the loved ones left behind, is to pass on that energy of love to the next person.
You see… Maybe life is not about what we want, or what we feel we need to achieve; the success, the money, the things. Maybe our life is not about ‘us’ but about ‘them’; searching high and low for “The One” amidst the crazy tangled web of society, so that when we do find them we too get the gold medal?
Now, I know it’s difficult to make sense of a loved one’s death. Especially a child or an ‘innocent’. I’m certainly not trying to dismiss the pain a parent must feel. Mourning anyone is difficult, especially a child. It seems so random and useless. But perhaps if we look at any death, all death as a success. They’ve done their job, they’ve fulfilled their divine purpose, and now our charge is to take their love & example and spread it forward throughout the world in search of our person. Imagine the effect.
Imagine if we lived our lives in search of that one person we need to touch in order to win the gold medal. Our thought process, our actions, our demeanor, our whole lives would be so different. We’d be more mindful, more caring, constantly touching everyone with love so that we can get the reward that much sooner!! If our life’s objective is to find the needle in the haystack on the way to the promise land, how would we behave in our day to day?
Would we waste time squirreling money away for a vacation? Would we cry if we didn’t get that promotion or that corner office? Would we spend hours at our computer on Facebook or playing video games alone in our room?
Or … would we be out in the world, frantically trying to connect with as many people as possible in order to find “The One” and win the grand prize?
The global ramifications of such an agenda are staggering. Bordering on world peace!!
Ok ok, I’m getting dramatic again.
But it certainly would alter the current current of greed and selfish behavior so prevalent in our world today.
What if we flipped our view on death, on life, on our needs, on our purpose?
Why are we here?
It’s not WHY are we here, but THAT we are here.
That we may find “The One” to touch.