When Did Life Become Such a Race?!

The many reasons I was sent to this world in my human form

Somedays, I am brimming with gratitude for this human life on earth, in the time I was born. I get to experience so much. What if I was sent to earth, to experience the five senses and nothing else.

I was sent to see, to touch, smell, taste, and hear the beauty called the earth.

But what did I make of it instead? I made it about accomplishments, about proving myself, finding my purpose, waking up to my dreams, my desires of more of this and that, and everything else. Of coming first in the race, of ‘Doing something’.

Does anyone know when and where do we stop the doing, and start the being?

What if, I was just this innocent child-like spirit, and all my spirit wanted was, to experience all the five senses in physical form? The beauty of the sea, the mountains, the streams, the cinema, to touch a leaf, a newborn baby, to feel a mother’s love, to taste all that wonderful food in the world, the love in the world, to hear music and heartbeats and sea sounds and the sound of silence.

I was sent to feel, but I made it about competing with fellow souls. I was sent to realize joy, happiness, bliss, and I made it about survival. How stupid am I? To forget my purpose of this visit and get into so much doing for my survival.

I think, now that I get a sense of why I was put here on earth, I want to spend the rest of my time, being happy, observing this thing called life, my breath, my humanness. I want to sit in wonder about “Oh my God, I am alive, in a human form, what a privilege that is”. To be with all of you, breathing the same air and experiencing this journey called life, together.

Cheers!