La vie...
Why is it, that some people stay on this earth even when they do bad things. Why is it that people that kill, and steal, and cheat and hurt others intentionally in many ways don't die until they are 90, and yet good people get taken away from us just like that.
Are we truly just made so we can accomplish one thing in the bigger picture? Is it God's choice / place to say who goes when or what happens in this world? Or is it just that we have many choices, that lead to different paths and the path which we take inevitably determines where we end up?
And if so does that mean that a split second can mean you will end up somewhere totally different. And will we ever know what we are meant to do, what we are meant to be? It gives meaning to our existence for sure, I am on this earth to do something.
But it's so fragile. Life that is. You think you're tough and you know nothing can take you down just because you are at the top of the food chain, and then one day you just go like that. Who has the power to make this all happen, or more like make it all go away.
What are we, other than just a bunch of cells, and a bunch really chromosones cleverly pieced together. This is why I love biology it helps you understand how we work, and it makes you appreciate life, that much more. What are the chances that we happened, that we are the way we are.
I suppose, I was even more so afraid than anything else before. Believing that we have a purpose, that there is someone up there that has control over this, meant I had to be responsible for my actions. As a typical Romanian kid, in a typical Romanian school I took religion classes. As a typical family in which my great grandfather was a priest I went to church always.
Then I moved here and boy did it come to me as a shock that...no wait there isn't only my religion there are others. So obviously it made me question it how is it that so many people can believe so strongly in so many things. My parents being who they are never really, enforced anything like that upon me. Figure it out on my own type philosophy.
So I did.
I cannot imagine what it feels like, it is upsetting me imensly, as in crying, a head ache, I wish I could somehow change it and make it better, and just fix it. But I can't. That's not in my hands to do, but I really really wish, if I could I would.
Also, it's not my place to be weak, more so to be the stronger one to lean on. Although I cannot hide being upset, nor do I think I should have to.
Are we truly just made so we can accomplish one thing in the bigger picture? Is it God's choice / place to say who goes when or what happens in this world? Or is it just that we have many choices, that lead to different paths and the path which we take inevitably determines where we end up?
And if so does that mean that a split second can mean you will end up somewhere totally different. And will we ever know what we are meant to do, what we are meant to be? It gives meaning to our existence for sure, I am on this earth to do something.
But it's so fragile. Life that is. You think you're tough and you know nothing can take you down just because you are at the top of the food chain, and then one day you just go like that. Who has the power to make this all happen, or more like make it all go away.
What are we, other than just a bunch of cells, and a bunch really chromosones cleverly pieced together. This is why I love biology it helps you understand how we work, and it makes you appreciate life, that much more. What are the chances that we happened, that we are the way we are.
I suppose, I was even more so afraid than anything else before. Believing that we have a purpose, that there is someone up there that has control over this, meant I had to be responsible for my actions. As a typical Romanian kid, in a typical Romanian school I took religion classes. As a typical family in which my great grandfather was a priest I went to church always.
Then I moved here and boy did it come to me as a shock that...no wait there isn't only my religion there are others. So obviously it made me question it how is it that so many people can believe so strongly in so many things. My parents being who they are never really, enforced anything like that upon me. Figure it out on my own type philosophy.
So I did.
I cannot imagine what it feels like, it is upsetting me imensly, as in crying, a head ache, I wish I could somehow change it and make it better, and just fix it. But I can't. That's not in my hands to do, but I really really wish, if I could I would.
Also, it's not my place to be weak, more so to be the stronger one to lean on. Although I cannot hide being upset, nor do I think I should have to.