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This is the third post: We are alive, we're breathing -- but have we ever taken a minute to pause and wonder why? Why don't we often think to ourselves: Why am I alive? Why am I waking? Why do things exist the way they do, and why do I deal with it? Why does it matter that I am alive? We spend our lives thinking about trivial problems, material and worldly problems; about our difficulties, relationships and other affairs. We let things break us down, destroy us to pieces. But do we ever wonder why in the first place are we alive to have these problems? Do we ever wonder about the real mystery of our existence? of our being? The universe is vast, it possibly stretches in all directions infinitely and there are countless things in there which are beyond our comprehensibility; beyond our reach or even imagination. Our world is incredibly small. We haven't yet explored the depths of our oceans, or each squared inch of our lands. There could be many species of flora and fa

This is the second random post out of three. Here it is: We are alive, we're breathing -- but have we ever taken a minute to pause and wonder why? Why don't we often think to ourselves: Why am I alive? Why am I waking? Why do things exist the way they do, and why do I deal with it? Why does it matter that I am alive? We spend our lives thinking about trivial problems, material and worldly problems; about our difficulties, relationships and other affairs. We let things break us down, destroy us to pieces. But do we ever wonder why in the first place are we alive to have these problems? Do we ever wonder about the real mystery of our existence? of our being? The universe is vast, it possibly stretches in all directions infinitely and there are countless things in there which are beyond our comprehensibility; beyond our reach or even imagination. Our world is incredibly small. We haven't yet explored the depths of our oceans, or each squared inch of our lands. There could b

This is the first random post out of three—Maybe. We are alive, we're breathing -- but have we ever taken a minute to pause and wonder why? Why don't we often think to ourselves: Why am I alive? Why am I waking? Why do things exist the way they do, and why do I deal with it? Why does it matter that I am alive? We spend our lives thinking about trivial problems, material and worldly problems; about our difficulties, relationships and other affairs. We let things break us down, destroy us to pieces. But do we ever wonder why in the first place are we alive to have these problems? Do we ever wonder about the real mystery of our existence? of our being? The universe is vast, it possibly stretches in all directions infinitely and there are countless things in there which are beyond our comprehensibility; beyond our reach or even imagination. Our world is incredibly small. We haven't yet explored the depths of our oceans, or each squared inch of our lands. There could be m