Why Do We Alive?

Actually, I want to write something to someone who’s been in my mind lately. But, I’m not going to talk about “that person”, although I hope “that person” will read this eventually.

Why do we alive? Have you all thinking about why do you alive now? Why were you born in this world? And in this particular time? Why weren’t we born 50 years ago? Or one decade ago?

When you have problem in mind, have you ever thought to give up this life? And instead of thinking of taking a suicide, why don’t people thinking otherwise?

I really want to get the answer, but probably I already get it.

Time is continuing. We might be happy to get a new member in family that might be bringing joy to the already sorrowful family. But, some days later we might be feeling lost by the news that other member of family has passed away.

So, why were we born? Why do we alive when at the end we will just going to pass away too?

What is the meaning of this life? Is it just being born, being a kid, a teenager, an adult, and finally being old, and waiting for the turn to be buried? Is it just simply like that?

This kind of thought has been rummaging my mind for some weeks. I know that someday I will be an adult when I thought I was just a teenager few moments ago. Time surely went fast.

I was just thinking, what will I be when I became an adult?

I might be a detective, a job that I dreamed for since I was kid. Or maybe I’d become an Accountant, a job that match with my major? Or maybe if luck isn’t in my side, then I’d be just someone who works for a small company with a little amount of salary too?

Who knows? Do I know? Can I be certain about that?

Nobody knows, isn’t it?

Ja, what if I get my dreamed-job and getting a big salary, so that I’d be rich and getting old?

What will happen to me once “my time” is coming? Will I be bringing my wealth to my grave? Is it possible? Will my car be enough to be put along with me in my grave?

Is that making any senses?

It does seem funny to me.

Ja, the real question is what will happen to me once I’m not in this world anymore? Thinking about this surely makes me afraid.

But, we can’t just ignore the question like it never exists. We have a brain. We are unbelievable smart. Someone told me that actually most humans only using 10% of their brain’s ability.

And then, what’s the answer of those questions? How to get the answers? Where can we find the answers?

I believe that’s our eye’s job. Through the eyes, we discover something. Something that awestruck us or terrified us. And then, we must think of something. “What is it behind those things?”

As a human, it’s our job while alive to get the answer behind our creating. One thing for sure, this life is not a joke. The “dead” time is not really the end of life. There’s something more.

It’s not our richness. The purpose of our life isn’t to get a much amount of money. Because I know people who rich enough but at the end those people just die without bringing their richness. Their next generation will just be happy to finally owning their richness. Don’t you ever know some cases why a son makes a situation to kill his own father just to get the heritage?

If that so, then I don’t want to be rich. I don’t want my kids to be a criminal. I don’t raise someone to kill others.

Then, what’s the purpose of this life?

To be beautiful? To be handsome?

This is such a funny question.

As much as handsome someone is, I don’t want to live with him when the time comes for him to become a skull.

It’s not the answer then.

So, I ask you once more, what is the purpose of life?