What is my purpose? Putting it out there...

What is my purpose?

Why does my consciousness exist?

Baby feet in the dirt, planting a garden with my family.

The smile and tears on my face is still present. I convinced my family to take off their shoes to till and plant our garden. "Grounding" I said. They can't see or feel the current yet but we have an electrical engineer background so I go with that.

There were no earth worms when we tilled up the dirt. No worms = no microbes = dead soil. No matter.

Baby feet in the dirt. Blessing the soil, so the worms will come. They will come. The joy that I get from watching the tiny ones play in the soil and plant seeds is indescribable. There is no greater joy or beauty in life. The tiny ones in their blissful innocence - there is no greater reason to live.

I've spent a year of Sundays listening to men preach, God unpresent.

God is in my garden, in the dirt, with my family and my tiny one.

This is what life is. This is what humanity is. Tweet