Why am I here?

Ready for a little walk?
Oh yeah, what better way to begin a new journey towards the search for meaningful purpose than to ask the ultimate, sometimes pretentious, clich├ęd, pseudo-intelligenciated, (is that even a word?) soul-torturing, self-important, self-flagellating, existentialist of all existential questions?

Why am I here? Literally, figuratively, spiritually! Why? Why? Why? What is the purpose, the real meaning of it all, the universe, God(s), angels, demons, the little critters that flit around our feet and the really big ones that can crush us with theirs?

The love guru
Self-help and spiritual gurus get paid millions and maybe billions now to share their insight into this elusive, frustration-inducing question, so apparently a whole lot of us are willing to fork over tidy sums of paper fiat for books, CD's, workshops and getaway retreats in the hopes of uncovering the elusive beast so they can begin living the life of their dreams. 


Cue the promo video of beautiful people who have learned the secrets from their guru of choice and have seemingly become all they can be. We know this because they are tanned, smiling and relaxing in their personal stretch limo on the way to their private jet, which then flies them at super-sonic speed to their tropical, private resort where their private yacht awaits to ferry them out to sea and their appointment with...destiny. Dissolve to Somali pirates tracking said beautiful people in their ostentatious floating city, sacking the vessel, killing everyone aboard and sinking the yacht. The end. 

They have a purpose
What the...? What kind of crazy metaphor is that? Yeah I know, not pretty (unless you're the pirates - then it's pirates - one, beautiful people - zero), but maybe the point is that many of us seem to equate finding the purpose for existence with making a shit-load of paper. Nothing wrong with monetary wealth on the surface. Hey, we gots to eat, man and I consider myself a humble student of money and into the accumulation of real money (not paper - more on that later). But without a real purpose as to why we want it, it simply leads to empty, soulless consumerism which is a dead-end that leaves us open to getting our metaphorical yacht sunk eventually.


God's money: gold and silver, not paper.
Ever wonder why the government calls its denizens "consumers" and not well...denizens or even people? I believe it's because the consciousness of the greater mass population doesn't have any real sense of "why am I here?" so it simply consumes and hoards to fill that void. The U.S. is the greatest consuming nation in the history of the universe, er...okay, the world anyway. Our productivity rate barely moves the needle, but our consumption for cheap imported goods and foods are off the charts! "iPad 10 and all you can eat anyone?" What does that says about the state of this country?

Black Friday indeed!
When the question of "why am I here?" is not asked or answered for that matter, it turns the populace into mindless, consuming zombies whose only purpose is the constant shuffle through endless day after endless day, devouring everything in sight without ever stopping to ask why or whether it is even hungry. It becomes like a bacterial virus, a fungal cancer that spreads and grows into massive tumors that eventually kills the host. The rates of disease have skyrocketed over the past fifty years,infecting and killing both the rich and the poor equally. Might it be perhaps that there is a causal link between a lack of truthful purpose for living that leads to zombification and finally merciful death through disease? I believe this is an important question for us to wrestle with and find the answer to...and the sooner the better. 


GMO's to help them grow
Along this journey, we'll be travelling the world, sharing experiences, thoughts and ideas on a wide range of intriguing topics: money, health, spirituality, God, science, philosophy, evolution, physics, the universe, politics, history, the greater unknown, to name a few, so you'll have very many opps to play "blast and flog the blogger" if it so pleases or even a little notation to share your thoughts would be appreciated. 


The search for our truth has gotta start somewhere so let's dive on into that deep bamboo forest and see what we find on the other side, shall we? 

The Bonsai Tree Man is still searching for his purpose