I remember my first post being about me, and how I chose to start a blog. This post is too about choice, and life and the meaning of life.
It was 1 am, but I couldn’t sleep. My brother was ill; he had just finished his herbal tea and gone to bed. My mother was praying, while I sat on the living room couch, hopelessly lost in the deep recess of my mind, wondering whether God would grant me what I wanted.
I don’t know why, but I just went straight to my bookshelf and picked out ‘The Fifth Mountain’ by Paulo Coelho. Little did I know that I’d end up reading all of it in one night, feeling happy and hopeful as never before.
The book is a masterpiece. I’d read it a few times before, enjoying the story and characters, but rarely given thought to its themes. It is only now I realize that I wasn’t meant to, not until now.
‘The meaning of life is what you want it to be’ says one character. It is the most inspiring aphorism I’ve ever had the pleasure of understanding. It is who we are, and the purpose of our very existence. Life is what we choose it to be. It is not the name of accepting our fate, not merely waiting as soulless creature, but the very opposite. Choosing our destiny. It is not just existing, even worthless things exist. It is living, struggling, striving. Only then we can truly appreciate it and revel in it. That is not to say that it is easy. It is highly cruel, unjust. It will almost always break us, break our very soul. But again, it is only when we acknowledge it, and challenge it, will we come to understand its designs. And God is always there to guide us, only if we let Him, choose to let Him. At least, that’s what I think and believe in. ‘
I think it was God that caused me to read that book. The situation, the timing, everything was just perfect. I had no reason to read it, but even then I did so. Now I’m convinced there is a reason for everything, I know there is. Whatever that reason might be, it is often there because God intended it to be.