Where We Wind Up
I don't have enough time or space to opine on why we are who we are or why we are born where we are. Let's just accept that as a quirk of fate and move on. After all, who among us knows why we were born of our parents and why we were not born somewhere or someplace else? How did I wind up here and not in Botswana or Japan? Why am I a caucasian American and not a slave in 1820s America? If you have a clue, let me know. There is a comments section at the bottom. For now though, let's say that none of us knows why we are here or what we are supposed to be doing. That's fair enough, eh? If this is too deep for you, then just move on to the next Dilbert cartoon in your feed and allow me to work on this by myself. Many of us work long and hard trying to figure out where we are going in "the next life," without trying to figure out why we are in this life. I guess we accept it as a matter of fact and move on. Well, I for one cannot do t...