I'm 30 years old now and I have been questioning this to myself almost my whole life...
When I would have the luck to become 70, I probably will still be busy asking myself...
What does it mean?
Why must we leave behind the ones we love? Why do they have to leave us?
Does love have a meaning?
Why must we die?
Why aren't we just living for eternity in some kind of heaven now? Or could existence be the purpose??
Who are we?
What are we?
Where are we from?
Are we here with a purpose? If so, then what is it?
Were we ment to be?
Does our existence have a meaning?
What does life mean??
......
As a kid I was sure there was a god and everyone who died went to heaven.
But growing older, you start to become more sceptical... starting to ask yourself questions...
Since, I didn't think so often again about it; cause I had the feeling I could never find a real answer...I just lived and still do; personally I feel fragile and transitory... don't know why... don't know what it means and why it'll happen...
Why is our world just not heaven now???
I don't understand... I never did, and I think I never will...
An atheist would probably be able to formulate lots of answers for all these questions; but then the problem again is: 'How can there start to exist something out of totally nothing??'
