Why are we here?

This is usually the discouraging and self-destructive inquiry that emanates from the fear and confusion of the human mind. The need to clothe ourselves in the «security» of an answer arises in us when being incapable of intermingling with the natural current of Life, and when not allowing our essence to fulfill harmoniously, as everything else in this creation does, its function. However, our mediocre minds, seeing its limitations, conform to a string of ridiculous and deceiving answers: I am here to be happy, to be successful, to be saved, etc. Paradoxically, when trying to find the sense of Life, that sense becomes the greatest confinement and struggle during our journey.

This alleged transcendental question will only find answers based on mere opinions; the very world you have created is, believe it or not, just an opinion. So what is left without the opinion? I’m sure there is neither the world, nor the character that bears your name (the seeker), nor reasons, nor any doubts: this must mean that what is left is the pristine essence of Life.

I think it is quite interesting how we usually refer to the heart when we want to allude to something that transcends the ego or the mundane. But, when was the last time you genuinely observed your heart? How it palpitates, how it cleanses, how it never disturbs, how it does not seek, how it fulfills harmoniously its function and it does not pretend to be glorified while flowing humbly to the rhythm of the Heart that makes everything in the universe palpitate. What has prevented us from following its living example and has given us the audacity to talk so much about it as if we understood its pure expression?

Fortunately, we are always on time. Despite our degraded minds, when cutting down that rigid trunk (our opinion of the world), we can discover and be intimately in touch with the beating of the Heart that permeates all, with the immaculate, with the wisdom of creation: exemplified both in the smallest particles and in the largest galaxies.

Unfortunately, the mind, believing itself superior to the other forms of Life, is forced to ideate answers that support and justify its self-centered deductions; hence the quests, the reasons, the answers. If we truly believe that we are here to carry out a spiritual task, to one day be saved, or to eventually be happy, it is because of our inability and insensibility to taste the always accomplished, natural expression of Life.

Ask a bee, ask the ocean, ask a tree, ask your heart! «Why are you here? » If they remain silent, it is probably because they have never considered such stupidity; but if you have the humility to observe them, you will probably discover the kindest, most joyous, pathless, selfless, unifying rhythm that melts away all the questions and answers.

How foolish is it then to continue in search of a higher meaning, of a purpose, of a reason to live! That just means that we are being exploited by the blindness of the human mind. It would be much easier to exploit our essence, our human potential. It would also take less effort to be what we already are, than to become another useless and transitory opinion.