So I slept late lost in thoughts like a man at a crossroad contemplating on what
way is the way. I wake up late the next morning and lo and behold; a brand new
month full of fresh air, fresh energy, fresh purpose, fresh starts, fresh! fresh! fresh!
I look at my blackberry device and in it are all sorts of message broadcast from
acquaintances; congratulating, jubilating and celebrating the new month.
Then I look into my apple device and there is a shocker message. One you wont
expect on a fresh morning like the one I was in. The kind of message that sends you thinking of your being
and questioning your existence. The message was from the one person I can refer to as a true friend.
Below is the message:
It’s funny. A child is born into this world; everyone celebrates; drinks and stays merry. We welcome
this child, without any question and under the assumption that the child is the product of the
coming together of two people. Yet the child grows, without tools, guidance and the faintest idea
that there is something beyond living. Then life begins to ask this child, through experience, a
simple, yet profound question, Why are you here? Implying the child has arrived from somewhere
and has been sent by someone. The child stares back blankly, cowardly and sheepishly hiding from
this question. Qualifications, friends, families, endless partying etc are the hideout from this truth.
Well, more children are being born and they lack the answer to this question-these children are us!
The children of men devoid of purpose.
IB
Questioning Child
Why are you here?!
