We are born into human form in this life with a mind that day dreams,
imagines, hopes and struggles for the best scenarios we can think of as
we strategize for ourselves the achievement of a happier existence. All of these
uses of thought and imagination we use are part of a curious reality we are part
of wherever it is we are now experiencing it in the universe.
Why do we spend so much time mentally picturing ourselves with more
resources, in a better social existence, being liked and loved more strongly,
being able to find more pleasures, being surrounded by the most beautiful
scenery. Why do we aspire towards more beautiful objects in paintings,
buildings, the natural settings we appreciate now. Why do we also use our minds
to picture ourselves in an even better state of existence then the one we
currently are in?
Who instilled this creative and fantasizing drive in us? Some will say
evolution sparked this practical impulse that is persuading us to build
communities in the conditions that help for a better evolving species. I don't
agree with this argument.
We dream of more happiness, better circumstances, to be better loved, to be
more admired, to have no dangers confronting us, to have no worries,
because this is a clue to something beyond us. The clue is that we exist in this
mysteries prison of a home, where life's terms are often very
disagreeable, while struggling in this existence so hard for something better
and that is a huge clue. The clue is while we exist here and now we aspire with
this creatively guiding hope and use of the imagination to transcend the present
circumstances of an often beautiful, interesting, but yet chaotic and incomplete
beauty and understanding. We are looking forward then toward an
ultimately unfulfilled reality for the reason that it may very well turn
out that this higher reality exists and remains waiting to be fulfilled for
us.
Our struggle for ideas: good ideas, evil ideas, confused ideas,
insufficiently understood ideas, is part of a confusion that leaves people
trying very hard to make life make sense in this world. We try hard to account
for injustice, to remedy it's obvious ugly consequences, as we observe
it happening frequently before our eyes. We are trying to make sense of evil and
make everything work out for the good so that life makes sense for the
good.
Why should we be so driven to make sense of the world in this way along
with us having such aspirations to find a fulfillment of something better? We
can even achieve successes in this strategizing for something better
momentarily.
I suggest we strive for something better, fairer, more beautiful, where
we're loved more, where our opportunities are greater, where death is over and
gone, where happiness is unaffected by cruelty and inequality, because we are
meant, for a greater reason, to aspire toward this better existence for a
purpose.
We aspire for a better norm, a greater good, because whatever structured
the universe, whatever ends up being behind it and and our existences here, has
that ultimate purpose of something better in mind for us.
We are on rout therefore to something greater, something better and fairer,
a fuller version of the love we have now in a glimpse, where that love we now
know is incomplete and at least for now remains imperfect. We are soring through
deep space in our galaxy amid the infinite unknown not as perfect answerers of
our reality but as children yet to understand that great unknown beyond us.
Could these hopes we carry through life of something better ultimately find
fulfillment in something a great deal better then we can conceive? Could that
hope ultimately surpass that imperfect imagination of ours by surpassing our
wildest dreams with what we ultimately end up discovering? I suggest the
evidence points that way. There is more to the experience of hoping and striving
for the best of ideas then an empty illusion we chase for no greater reason or
purpose. Life is grandeur and God is bigger then we can comprehend.
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