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For What Great Purpose Was I Brought Back From The Dead?
“Why do I exist?”
Every human has asked themselves this question at one point in their life. Great minds over the centuries have established philosophies. College kids set to graduate and enter the workforce ponder their existence as they stare into the next 40 years of loyal servitude to whatever corporate entities they decide to serve. Those determined to be the self-employed wake up in the middle of the night wondering if they’ll make payroll, while simultaneously asking, “Why am I doing this?” A spouse may wonder they are left to assume the roles that they thought their partner would take on.
“Why” is a universal question that haunts us no matter our race, creed, religion, identity, or location throughout this planet.
When we’re young, we’re determined to change the world. This feeling declines as we become older as we realize there is no changing the world. You might move it a few degrees, but when most of us hit 50, we just want to get out of bed in the morning without feeling like hell.
“What is my purpose?”
Questioning our existence becomes much greater when you experience trauma. You’re in a car accident. You’re run over while biking. You overdose but survive. You are diagnosed with cancer. Confronted with your own…
