Well,it’s been a really long time since I logged in here, since I typed my flimsy password and hit “Enter”. I was never a busy person,never will be. But then why? Was it writer’s block? No.

I’d have had to try to write something for that to happen. Regardless when I did start this article, even in my head there was no block, just a surge, one that was most welcome. For it was  a long time since.Since I felt this. This flow. This circulation. This surge. This over load. This current. This accrue. This is MY head. It’s been so long since I felt this is way, I was never streamlined I was always the kind of person who had a million thing on his mind,Literally.

For example , If you someone says “Addiction”
My brain would respond with dependency, dependence, craving, habit, weakness, compulsion, Gelato, fixation and enslavement.

You say, “Disdain”

My brain would the say: contempt, scorn, derision, disrespect;
disparagement, condescension, superciliousness, hauteur, haughtiness, arrogance, lordliness, snobbishness, aloofness, indifference, Gelato
distaste, dislike, disgust;
archaic despite, contumely.

So what I’d like to establish by this is that Gelato is ALWAYS on my mind!

But then again, on to the more important things, you might’ve noticed the title and you’re wondering what does Gelato have to do with that?

The answer is simple,Nothing.


Ask a Priest, he shall reply,(I’m assuming)

Have you ever thought there must be something more to life than just living day to day? There is—much more. Your life has a divine purpose.

God, your Heavenly Father, has prepared a marvelous plan for your happiness. When you realize that God has a plan for you, it is easier to understand why you are on this earth. God wants all of His children to progress and become more like Him. This time on Earth provides opportunities for you to grow and progress. Coming here allows you to:

  • Receive a physical body.
  • Exercise agency and learn to choose between good and evil.
  • Learn and gain experience that will help you become more like your Heavenly Father.
  • Form family relationships that may become eternal.

By following our Heavenly Father’s plan, you—like all of His children—can someday return to live with Him and with your loved ones. You can have greater peace in this life and eternal joy in the life to come.

Ask a Nerd (for this I’m just going to type in what I’d say ),

Well, looking at it from a purely scientific purpose, our only real goal should be to reproduce. We survive long enough to pass on our genes and that’s it. Society and culture have surely affected this, but scientifically, all we need to do is have offspring.

Ask a War veteran(again, I’m assuming)

The enduring attraction of war is this: Even with its destruction and carnage it can give us what we long for in life. It can give us purpose, meaning, a reason for living. Only when we are in the midst of conflict does the shallowness and vapidness of much of our lives become apparent. Trivia dominates our conversations and increasingly our airwaves. And war is an enticing elixir. It gives us resolve, a cause. It allows us to be noble. And those who have the least meaning in their lives, the impoverished refugees in Gaza, the disenfranchised North African immigrants in France, even the legions of young who live in the splendid indolence and safety of the industrialized world, are all susceptible to war’s appeal.

ask an Atheist(same as above)

if there is no soul, nor a Creator, then you have no purpose. Your existence is of no more purpose than that of a rock or bacillus. Just as morality, and right versus wrong have no meaning without a higher law than man’s, there can be no real higher purpose without a higher state of being… one that transcends this material world which is itself merely an illusion, a kabuki theatre. All purpose and morality simply becomes a matter of opinion, differing from one person to the next. Any achievements one makes… curing some disease and saving millions of lives… for what? Why does it matter? Do not look to science to give a purpose… it cannot. It can only be found thru recognition of one’s own soul, and reaching out to the universe beyond thru it.

So, whether your life HAS a meaning and purpose… that is up to you to decide. You wanna leave God out of it? That is fine… you have made your choice.

Purpose… that implies a motivation or reason for something to happen or exist. A motivation cannot exist without an entity to feel a motivation… a reason can only exist in a mind capable of Reason. If there is no Universal entity that laid down the laws of science, then there can be no motivation behind them, all things simply are.. with no purpose whatsoever.

Let’s be  a bit more cryptic,

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.–Soft you now!

That is more Shakespearean than I would’ve liked, but going on

And then, there’s the classic,

“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,….. “
As You Like It, II.vii
(side note on Gender:

Shakespeare clearly sees differences in between the nature of man and woman (“Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must
speak.” As You Like It, III.ii) but does not seem to place women as inferiors.

Shakespeare sees us for what we are: Fallen Children of God.
And then I ask,

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
So, why?
Why do we live?
Why are we here?
What is Life all about?
What is the purpose of our existence?
(for which my brain does a back flip to the whole reproduction thing,but that is a post for another time and most probably another genre too, the implications of which not withstanding)
Everybody needs a purpose in life.
But for now, I lack one.
So,Maybe, JUST maybe.
Finding a purpose, that shall have to be my purpose.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s