Why are you, who are you?

I have some questions for myself and probably these questions were asked by each and everyone of you at one moment. Why are you? Who are you? Where are you?

During my life I had up's and down's like everybody, I felt love, I tried different feelings, I tried to make everything in my power to gain experience, to live my life. What is bothering me it's what is the purpose of this, what is the meaning behind all the actions we take, all the decisions we make?

What is behind this curtain of people, who is there to see us? Who is there to care about us, who is there to keep us so close, so distinct, so human.

Every time I look at the stars, I have the feeling that we are so fragile, so weak, so vulnerable to the things that are around us, and we don't understand that. How many times did you controlled the revolution of the earth, how many times did you felt the magnetic power that keeps you walking? How many times did you ever look at the sun and said "thank you"?

Why? because regardless of what you think we are more fragile that you even imagine. What if something happens to the moon? What if something happens to our sun, what if something happens to a basic rule of physic? Who created these rules, how come they are, what they are, what was before they appeared?

We concentrate to much on our lives and we forget that actually we don't know to much about ourselves, we don't know about what's keeping this universe together, we don't know if it was another universe before, we have such small knowledge about our body, about the body interaction with the mind. Basically what do we know about ourselves? What is the percent of knowledge that we have in comparison with what is to find out!

If something will happen and our equilibrium will be shattered, nobody will be alive to tell the story afterwards, who were we, what were we, where were we.

So if we born just to die, why do we keep this life alive?