A response to the point of life.

That is something everyone, at some time or another, has asked themselves. And everyone has their own interpretation of what life is for, meaning it is for whatever we want it. We have been given a choice on how we use our life. Some individuals have seen that life is too short, and want to have as much fun as possible before they go out, and that is their choice. Other dedicate themselves to what are considered by many to be "worthy" causes, and thus the point of their life is, in most cases, to make other people prosperous and happy to the best of their abilities. And religion is a thing that we have made our own, until it has become our own creation. We interpret everything as we see fit, even creating new gods and entities from our imaginations, and conforming our minds to follow them. The irony of this lies in the fact that we follow blindly what we have created, mere figments of our imagination, and in this sense, we are practically following ourselves. And still we look for an objective, a hidden goal in life that we may accomplish it, and thus find the real point in life. Everyone is searching, trying to fill themselves up, throwing everything the world has to offer into the gaping void inside of them, trying to find a point. Some even say there is no point, and still they live on, living simply for the sake of living, feeling empty, searching for something that is missing. It is as if every individual was born with a ravenous hunger, not only the need to live, but to find a point. And in the end, everyone plays the game of life, which is nothing more than chasing themselves around in circles, with each cycle approaching the inevitable end of death. We were given a mind capable of questioning, even our very existence, and yet it seems better not to question, because we have no real answer within us. Thus, we are still left empty, and searching, running in circles.

No one goes back to the true source, the one who created us. If He created us, he must surely have a purpose for us, other than being pawns on a giant chess board or just amusement. And still, this is a thought that comes to mind, one that we avoid at all costs because or mind knows it is a possibility if God really were the way we perceived Him to be. And still, no one asks Him, because of our unbelief and the fact that, we are inclined to trust ourselves, and the things that we have created in our own little worlds. So we continue to philosophize and interpret, making up answers to every possible question that comes to our minds, running the cycles, and fulfilling nothing. It is a subject our mind cannot handle.

To say that our purpose in life is to do nothing more than search for people to convert to Christianity, so that we can go to some obscure place that we do not even know about called "heaven" and thank God for an eternity, is a result of twisted words and teachings made for men to blindly follow. It is true, according to the Bible, that God wants us to bring his life to others, but it goes much further than that. There is a purpose in this, one much greater than the latter, that can only be seen if one communicates with the Master architect, the one who holds the plans. We are indeed free to make choices in our daily lives, so let us make this one. Will we continue to rely on ourselves, and to run in worthless circles, or will we turn to God's Word to find the answer?

Disguised

All through the ages
We strive to impress
and disguise the fact that we do not care
Unable to recognize the few that do
We say we are conscious,
and yet still we are blinded
The fact that we say we are open-minded
is closed mindedness
It is still a category,
created for its order, because no matter what
we are unable to fully comprehend
completely limited by our minds
Knowing much,
but knowing nothing
living for something that is nothing
an excuse that was created by us
and talking brings us nowhere
Chaotic thought, emotions streaming
hindered by language and words
feeling that there is still something more
when perhaps there is
No matter
It is still unattainable
Turn back to focus on trivialities,
And forget about the nonexistent
Till out whole vision is filled with
the great screen of our life.
We give ourselves power that is useless
Since we were children
We never stopped pretending.
Making believe that there can be acceptance
when we are too far gone, wedged in our separate tunnels
Seeing light where it is not
And refuting the truth.
Insolent claims, that there is one truth
They will be trashed
And forgotten
Everyone has their own way,
But we are all deceived.

A Search for Nothing

Love is non-existent,
Except as a mere attitude inspired by art.
It is a dark thought, and one to avoid at all costs
But it certainly does hold some truth to it.
I immerse myself in its folds, and still find nothing.
And so it seems that we have hearts of stone.

Insignificance

The Universal emotion, the thought
of the century.
And still the unanswerable questions
idle in our minds.
For all that we can do,
in building our sky-cities, and having dominion on the earth
Sectioning it off into orderly polygons and shapes,
Creating sense out of chaos,
our own little worlds created
by our perceptions,
still, we flee away from the thought
of insignificance.
It is a terrifying thought,
that the world is no more than dust
blown away over a heaving, formless ocean.
And so we cling to the perceived reality
pitifully, unable to accept
that perhaps love does not exist,
that it is no more than a passing attitude.