This QOTW promises to explore our ability to go inside ourselves, challenging our being to reason about very old uncertainties that do not distinguish between age, race or sex, because we have all once stumbled upon the rock of great unanswered questions.

And, this is what this week's question by @ecotrain delves into:

What is the greatest question or mystery in your life for which you have not yet received the answer?

A pearl from a sea of doubt

In the mind of the common human being, there are unsolved mysteries related to what happens afterlife leaves the physical body. It is intriguing to know what is after the last breath because no one has returned to tell the tale.

My spiritual side wants to believe that the last breath of life flows and is transformed into something that transcends a higher energy. But my mind, it stagnates in the now and clouds the vision of a beyond presenting it as a limit, a "this is it, if you didn't fulfill your purpose of being happy, you missed the essential, because there is nothing else".

However, the search for answers is never exhausted because life is sweet and while we are alive we feed the faith and hope of continuing to another state of a better life, without the limitations of a corporal cage, but at the same time, missing it, because, with rebirth or resurrection, one believes in the "promise" of a return after death. And, at this point, the perception of God or something higher that handles the balance between life and death is crucial.

I believe that something Divine inhabits us. My vision of God does not relate to one or more people. I believe it is not outside, but inside. But, I still don't save myself from falling off the horse of uncertainty because I don't know what happens to that divinity once we die and I put together a necklace of doubt that only the heart can sustain.

Pearl by AnnaKovalchuk in Pixabay

My logic assumes that our hope of one day meeting our deceased loved ones again is illusory and that the memory of the living is the refuge of those who have gone.

I think and repeat and feel death as natural as life, idealized in the desire not too chaotic existence. Life is as simple as breathing. It is because it is, as well as that we live if we breathe if we do not breathe, we do not live.

Does our obsessive ambition to live beyond the established as a species give us the right to break the laws of nature? The delicate balance of nature is infringed upon in a thousand ways by us humans based on the assumption that we are superior to other species.

At times, it seems to me that our powerful and presumptuous minds have rebelled against the natural order with nothing but presumptions and manipulations. It seems to me that the Power that governs the world has always played with our emotions, aspirations, and expectations; that we are puppets living and believing in what they decided to keep the status quo unaltered, because chaos lurks in the wilderness, because like it or not, fiction is necessary in the theatre of life.

Sponge pearl by spiagol56 in Pixaby

And, lo and behold, trying to be preponderantly spiritualist, my lucubrations drag me towards a nihilistic river that runs into a sea of doubts because one thing is the self-formation as a person sustained by values that flow towards the good of humanity and another is the exposure to the cruel reality in which the worst of human beings win battles every day letting us see the paraben that referees good and evil fall in front of us, showing a pearl as certainty: we are the architects of this world in which we live, it is now and not in another supposed life that we must live to be happy with Love, Peace and Harmony because we come with nothing and without anything we leave.

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