Somehow, for some reason.... I dunno if it's because I just haven't asked the right people, or maybe it's because I haven't been able to articulate in a clear, coherent way what I'm asking. But... I thought I would try it here and now, now that I have a more organized brain and this seems to be a nice, friendly board. ^^;
I'm literally trying to figure out what the meaning of life is. Why are we born? What is the point of being here while we are here? What is the point after we die?
Now... just to be clear, I already know/have pretty much accepted some rudimentary answers I have heard before. I mean, it's pretty simple, right? If you believe in Jesus and live according to Him, you can go to Heaven forever... if you don't, you go to Hell along with all the demons who chose to turn away from God.
But I just feel like there are some questions/some areas that that answer/explanation... doesn't really cover.
So let me ask again. What is the point of being here?
I have been told that some of the blessings that we are meant to enjoy are here on this Earth during this life, now... and that this life isn't meant to be a spectator sport. We're meant to live it.
But in a way... so what? Some of God's chosen people were blessed with great wealth... which they ultimately had to leave behind when they died. We are promised better things in Heaven that would probably make anything on Earth pale in comparison, but... why have anything on Earth, then?
I have also heard that you aren't supposed to hoard everything you have, you should share at least some of it with the needy. So again... why have anything?
Perhaps to some degree, I am a bit bitter when it comes to possessions because I have moved many times in my life and with each move, I had to leave behind things that were irreplaceable that I miss dearly, some days more than others... and maybe the only thing I can comfort myself with at this point is the hard, cold logic that when you die... you don't get to take anything with you anyway, not even your body. So I just comfort myself with the fact that... those were just things. And I simply parted ways with it prematurely before my death.... and in some ways, it has also made it a lot easier for me to donate to local charities more readily, because I don't get quite so clingy/attached to things or quite so reluctant to give it up.
If anything, I can't even stand having that much in my space anymore.
But still....
Why have anything?
And what is the point of living life?