Who am I ?
Am I a soul with a strong body who will want to rest in the lap of the universe?
Am I an ardent soul and body who have ventured on an endless journey, enjoying what this universe has to offer, how much I can devour, and, at the same time, conscious enough that my boat doesn’t sink in the river of passion?
Am I a vegetating, ignorant body, with a strong ego of self-consciousness that is there only to eat, sleep, drink, have sex, and bear children, letting them thoughts of what this world offers them recklessly?
Certainly, there seems to be little choice, but there is. I’m sure I’m not the last one. I’m sure I would not like to eliminate my identity from this universe. However small it is, I would like to have my identity.
I dare to face this world, and I dare to go on this endless journey. While hailing through it, I would submit myself to the everlasting time and space, and to whatever I come across in the journey.
It also means that I do exist, but not meaninglessly.
This universe is there with a purpose. And, this purpose is also there for me.
