As you may be aware, or if you’re not you soon shall be, I tend to spend quite a lot of time pondering. Call it “Mental Exercise” if you will, even though I’m not much of a fan of exercise, with the getting-all-sweaty-and-aching-for-“fun” thing. I find that to be most unpleasant, yet find that it is a necessity in MODERATION.
But back to my point, as my mind does tend to wander about when not under strict observation, which is the age old question of: “Why Am I Here?” Have you ever taken time to think on this concept?
I posed this same question to a random smattering of the populace and, true to form, received a widely random variety of answers ranging from the idiotic to the drunkenly absurd to the pseudo-intellectual to the quite thoughtful.
Question to Self: Why Am I Here?
A Few Of The Responses:
· Someone’s got to drink the beer.
· Due to, and for, sex
· To like save like the like sea turtles. Because like they’re like so like helpless *sob* and like I’ve like got to like help them, y’know?
· Simply because I am.
· Quit harshing my buzz Dude.
Then there’s my particular favorite glassy-eyed response: “Uhhhhhhh……wut?” this from a doctoral candidate in philosophy.
Sadly, I can’t say that, given the reflection of these same attitudes in various media formats, surprises me a great deal. However, I would like to proffer my own postulation on this query contemplation (see? Education is paying off.). Consider, if you will, that, while I can’t speak for you personally, I am here to sow the seeds of inspiration. That’s correct. My purpose for being here is to dribble odd thoughts into your cranium so they may, hopefully, elicit growth and thought outside the norm. Somewhat like looking at the Eiffel Tower while dangling upside down from an aircraft…the perspective is somewhat different and unique.
Think about it…why are YOU here?