Just Out of Sight

Conversation at breakfast this morning...

Why are we here?

Here, as in, our purpose, our raison d'etre, in this world, on this planet, walking the earth, having an egg white fritatta for breakfast.

As my partner said, it's one of those questions with a perpetually elusive answer. Every time we think we've come to a tentative conclusion, found a possible answer, it--the answer, that is--ducks around a corner, just out of sight again, so that we have to pursue the same or a new line of reasoning again, until...wait...there...just beyond our field of vision or understanding...we glimpse the answer again.

Frustrating. Provocative. Energizing.

Even without the answer, we know when what we're doing is NOT our reason for being here, right? We know when we are killing time or covering over time or filling the minutes until...until what? Until the next thing that's more "real" than our present state of being?

Sometimes we use our sports in this way, as fillers, as cover-uppers, as paste on pain patches to help us forget other things, as means to an end, not an end in themselves. There's nothing wrong with that. Sports are so much better fillers than too many other things.

Yet, don't lose sight of the other way we use our sports--as a pure source of joy in itself, a way of being, of connecting with ourselves and the energy of others and, I'll say it, the energy of the universe.

Why are we here?

I don't quite know, but let's make the most of it!