Bigger Than Myself

I'm one of the billions of human beings trying to understand my existence. I feel inconspicuous, a tiny piece of an intriguing puzzle. I'm not in control of anything; all aspects of my life are guided by an unknown force, a series of circumstances that ultimately define my id. Something outside my reality or grasp set events into motion and created me. I am not alone; someone or something unseen is sponsoring my journey through life. Is it destiny? Is it fate? Is it God? Oh, how I wish it to be God, a spiritual father who loves and is loved by me. What is life's goal, other than evolving the species through a cycle of procreation, birth, and death eternal? Scrutinizing nature, I find life's evolutionary cycle is always in play. In truth, are we different? Do we have a soul or a reason beyond hope itself to believe we are unique? Only Man can question His origin. Thus, we view ourselves as an enigma within a puzzle. We all share a curiosity and are capable of thinking outside the box. But I'm not just an insignificant cog in humanity's clockwork. I am an individual puzzle piece designed to fit my role perfectly. By whom or what; I've yet to discover, but I pray I shall, in time.