On the planet for a reason (or not)
Believing there's a reason that you're on this big, lovely planet has advantages, it must. It probably guides decisions and helps with feeling aligned and on track. It probably gives your life meaning too. Nice bonus. It reminds me of when I used to envy people who had religion, with their hefty dose of certainty that leads to a hefty dose of brain ease. Yes, just like that.
I would explain why I'm not a believer, if I knew.
I feel bad for everyone who believes the big reason thing and doesn't know their reason. Guided decisions? Nope. Feeling aligned and on track? Nope. Life means something? Nope on that too. Instead, it's a hefty dose of uncertainty, disorder, and meaninglessness. Yikes. That's a tough place to be, period. Then from that difficult place, you add searching and reaching for an elusive reason? Seems impossible.
If you have no reason, or perhaps you believe there is no reason for being on the planet, what's a person supposed to do with that?
Live in your body. Inhabit your body. Develop safety in your body.
This is what I discovered, anyway. The body is the doorway to life and experiencing its continuous pulsing and fullness. No reason or meaning required, no matter what you believe about that brain thing called reason.