This represents one of my pet peeves, the idea that there has to be a "Why" to existence.
Why are we here? What does it all mean? What is our purpose?
How arrogant to believe that everything has to have a purpose just to satisfy OUR desire to make information conform to our limited ability to understand it. And then to simply create a purpose in our fertile imaginations, while demanding that everybody accept it as fact, is even more egregious.
Perhaps things simply are, they just exist, with no definable purpose except that they can.
Then wouldn't it be up to each individual sentient being to determine their own purpose for themselves? Or is that simply TOO much responsibility for most people?
And while we're on the subject of understanding, just what is it about human beings that makes them feel entitled to an eternal life?
Everything we see, and touch, and experience has a shelf life. All of it, at least on this planet, is finite and has both a beginning and an end.
Yet as a species we have created an alternative possibility for ourselves that includes the possibility that after we take our last breath we simply move on to some other plane of existence.
But why do we feel that we deserve this "Get out of Death Free" card?
Is it that we feel that we are somehow better and more deserving than the other creatures that share our planet? Or are we just so arrogant that we simply cannot imagine a universe without our presence?
Personally I feel that it is the very brevity of our existence which provides the impetus to do something of value with it. To provide love to others. To create something that will last past your final hours. To make a small or profound positive change that will better the lives of those around you.
How would we know how precious life is, if it was eternal?
I am just honored to have had the opportunity to live, when so many others were denied that choice. And can only hope that I have left laughter in my wake, created light in the darkness, and loved often and without restraint.
Really what more do I deserve, what more could I want?