Who Is The Human Race - 1038 Words

Life. How would you define this word? Delightful, Saddening, Mysterious, Horrific? The whole world views this word differently, yet not one person knows what we are here for. The human race persistently asks this same question, wondering and believing that one day we all will be acknowledged. We all cherish life. Some may apprehend it, some may disapprove, but in the end each one of us admire our lives. We get up day by day to show our existence in the world, and some people are inept for this day an age, but others are fit and effective on our planet, and to the people in it. I discussed this topic with my mother once, and she told me these exact words, â€Å"We are all here for a purpose, and the man that put us here is our Lord and†¦show more content†¦The way she would talk to me would always put a smile on my face.† She then related to the topic of life, the subject we first started discussing. â€Å"Exactly, I can’t see God, but I can feel him. He comforts and protects me, he makes sure I still push through.† This stopped me, I paused, every part in my body just shut down. I realised the real meaning of life, and noticed that not everything has to be right in front of oneself, you just have to have faith, hope, and trust. You have to believe in one thing or another, set a goal, and reach it. Accomplish all of your goals, fight all of your fears, win all of your battles. The time you take over, is the time it all begins. I soon reassured myself and began my discussion with my mother again. I told her thank you and advanced to my room. That’s when it all went down.. I started searching information about Jesus, our savior. I read parts of the bible, I questioned where he was born, I questioned what a christian is and what it took to become one. I rampaged, and had a total meltdown, I was a wreck. I had so many questions running through my mind, and I could only remember so little. I began staying up late night to gather more information about the topic, I was going bonkers. I started to forget what we talked about in the previous time, and as the week went by I just stopped. I gave up, I failed, and that’s when I labeled myself as a loser, a quitter. I assumed that I was going to make it know where, I