Our lives are not our own...
We get so wrapped up in our constant present moments that we forget to see how much we effect, not only the lives of others, but in our lives alone. We hurt, we heal. We love and we sometimes hate. We win or we fail. We explore and experience. We grow and we learn. These are the blessings that are bestowed upon us as we enter into each new life. What are we meant to be? What is our purpose? What is our human experience? Why are we here? These people that we make connections with everyday; What if we were to look upon them with the vast curiosity of how they may change our lives. Or if the ones from our past could be looked at in forgiveness; For they helped us move up and along in our journey.
Have you ever met someone and felt as if you knew them right away? Or a classical symphony for the first time but you know every note. Have you ever felt as if you’ve been somewhere before? Reoccurring dreams that feel like memories? What if all of these things were signs of your past lives? What if we have unfinished business and we get to finish it throughout time? What if we have a major purpose in each life that’s the same across the board. What would you do if you could altar the tests of time with one simple action?
I, like most, want to believe I have great purpose in this life. Even if that great purpose is doing something small in comparison to changing the world. I want to believe that we all have our purposes, that we all can cause ripples in the universe. That time is fluid and our actions from our past guide us towards our futures. That we each hold a destiny within us, some big, some small, but a destiny none the less.
That is what Cloud Atlas has stirred in me the past few days. I have been diving deep within my self and plunging head first into the depths of my curiosity. Not to mention stopping by the local Barnes and Noble to pick up the book itself. Who knows, maybe this will spark me to get a past life reading done. I'm game!