Why this life?
Why this life?
Life is so incomprehensible often and often. Why this life? Why is this mine?
Many people live on our planet, with different and different fates, endless life
Different people, different nations, cultures, traditions, languages, lifestyles
Everyone can ask why this life. God knows the true answer, says the priests.
I am not sure. Hinduism and Buddhism explain my question about karma
But whose karma? Suffering is sometimes created by others, and that is my fate.
My negative karma sometimes not my creature, comes from dark energies
A Catholic theologian told me years and years ago, ‘We cannot understand it!
Our brains and understanding are limited! God’s Will is always hidden! His business!’
Joseph, the teacher was right, dear old religion teacher. God bless you, old friend!
Joseph said we must follow the ancient commandments to live and for live the life
Joseph was wise, I am trying to put myself on the way and walk on the narrow path.
I am staggering, stumbling
No more question
‘Why is this my life?’
Walk towards the light
I walk slowly by faith
My karma following me
… Goodbye… fate
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