Why Are We on This Planet?

In an insane world, we are forgetting the most important reason as to why we are here. I have included an old poem, that everyone needs to read.


Ali Cat Matthews

a year ago | 4 min read

We have so many questions, while we miss the moments.

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It is an age-old question, “Why are we here?”

Is it just to survive, because that seems like a huge waste of time?

I can give you my perspective but I prefer to ask questions. I want people to think. Not only that, but I do not pretend to have all the answers.

I do not claim to be at a higher level of awareness than you, but I do know that I have been in states of peace, and I have been in states of turmoil, and I prefer peace.

We have all been in a state of peace at one time or another. We remember its calmness. Our minds have no worries, our hearts have no pain.

We have all been in love at one point. It may not necessarily have been with another human. It could be with the discovery of a sunset, a song, or a new creative outlet where you felt you were one with your calling.

Maybe you picked up a guitar and melodies began to play in your head or you were turned on to the ecstasy of paint hitting the canvas, or your fingers molding clay.

We are all creators and creating connects us to a higher source of inspiration, one may call God.

We can all recall when that emotion of falling in love took over. But isn’t it funny how we call itcrazylove?

Why is love crazy?

Because it isn’t rational to our ego that pushes the notion that wars will never end, a financial crash is coming, children are hungry, sickness is common, and so on.

Being in a state of fear becomes neurotypical. Being in a state of love and bliss is only for those tree-hugging whackos who eat bamboo sticks for breakfast and meditate under Bodhi trees.

“It’s all BAD”, you say, and you go to the office, or the diner, or the book club to chat over the insanity of the world.

So which one is it? Are fighting and famine insane or is love crazy? You can’t see it both ways.

You think love cannot be found in war. You think love cannot be found in sickness. You think love can not be found in the daily news reporting, yet you tune into it daily.

If we are all seeking love and happiness, why would we subject ourselves to such misery?

Because love is there if you look closely and the opportunity to love more can be found in the worst places.

How do I know love is there, well let me ask you this.

Do you believe love resides in you, even if you haven’t recently felt it? Is it possible that within you is a spark that is able to bring you more peace?

Well, if it is in you then it is in everyone.

You see, the news reporter is YOU, but with a different job title. The CEO is YOU, but with a bigger office and paycheck. The government is YOU, but with a false illusion of power. The “enemy” soldier is YOU, but with a different uniform, holding a different flag.

Everyone is YOU just trapped in a different body with a different set of beliefs. Every single one of them is under the false illusion that competition and strife is the means to survival.

Yes, survive. We must survive!

And the chant continues.

But today I invite you to read a poem, and I thank you for getting this far in my post. I am sure you have other things to do, but you felt the calling, “The Invitation”, and that is the name of the poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.

(I know what you’re thinking, What a name? She must be one of those crazy people who talk about LOVE)

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.

I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

May you find time to invite someone to sit with you and just BE HUMAN!

Thea- lover of all things magical



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Ali Cat Matthews

Content Creator and Lover of Life. I am here to make the world a better place. I believe everyone can be happy and successful.







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