'We can see well into the past, we can guess shrewdly into the future, but that which is rolled and muffled in impenetrable folds is today.'

---Author unknown.

I wonder sometimes, 'why am I here?'

Life is a funny thing. We arrive, we live our lives as we see fit. We die, almost always without accomplishing much personally.

What's the sense in this cycle? There are only a few geniuses, whether musically inclined or intellectually so, but, what about the rest of us? The commoners?

Where do we stand? Why are we put on this earth? Surely there must be some sort of reason for the billions of births and deaths that happen around the world every day at every moment.

It's odd. I don't seem to see any real goal in this.

Alright. We set up governments, we rule our own plot of land, we keep order.

But why? Has any world leader ever asked himself that?

Not because he needs to sign this treaty or because he needs to go for a summit meeting or prevent war from breaking out, but a long term goal.

Perhaps when Man is gone from this place.

If you think about it, there isn't any real goal or destination in what we are doing now.

We live, we die. Our acomplishments noted by relatives who forget when they too grow old, or by the government if you are a great achiever. Let's just say one is a great achiever. The government builds statues of you, unveils placques made in honour of you, but in the end, even the statues will disappear, eaten up by the ravages of time.

So, what is our real purpose in this life?

I'm sure we were not placed on earth to simply destroy it and its wildlife, were we?

That's all we seem to be doing nowadays. We seem to enjoy tearing the earth apart, for money, for development, just so the economy of that country is able to grow and prosper.

Funny, isn't it? We're given a paradise to live in, or, at least, it was a paradise until the Industrial Revolution began in the 18th century. Yet, we conquer all the animals, the wildlife. We use them for our own entertainment. We cut trees down to build our houses. We don't replace the wood.

Then.....10, 20 years down the road, we suddenly realise our mistake and start holding talks with Greenpeace and the like. We start talking of reforestation and secondary plant growth. Now, we remember all those now extinct creatures. Extinct because we wanted our clothes to feel soft, look nice.

Now we begin to ban hunting, conserve wildlife and their habitats, when around half of it is already gone. We were never satisfied to be part of the system, no, we had to go overboard in everything we did. So much so that we have left the ecosystem unbalanced, and have to start replacing the animals we killed.

We seem to have acquired the bad habit of realising our mistakes too late.

To tell you the truth, I am not proud to be part of such an uncouth society.

What about you?

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