It wasn't until I began my religious confirmation classes this year that I began to really question my faith and spiritual beliefs. Not only that, but also WHAT'S MY PURPOSE and WHY AM I HERE?

Growing up in a strict Catholic household it was just assumed that I'd be confirmed at the age of 16 or 17. It usually takes place Junior year of high school. My brother and sister both were, and I know that's what I'm expected to do. I've got so many questions. It's hard to bring them up in religious ed since the questions that I do have, don't necessarily sit well with my priest and religious Ed instructors. I don't understand what they are afraid of.

This is not the first time I've questioned my existence. This is just the first time I’m writing about it. Do you ever think about this? Ever wondered why you’re placed here by God to roam around the surface of the earth?

Until now, based on what I know, life isn’t all about ‘roaming around’. Lots of things happen along the way – good and bad. When good things happen, you’re happy, contented, and motivated. When things take a turn to the downside, you get angry, sad, and begin to doubt yourself and the things around you.

Why must there be two sides to something? Even though some may say “you must have bad to bring meaning to good” why can’t we just all be happy all the time? True, lessons are learned mostly when we experience unhappy, bad stuff – but what’s the point of it all when we must end up going back to where we came from? Christians believe in eternal life, Buddhism and Hinduism believe in rebirth, Muslims believe all will meet the Maker the day the world ends – but all of them mean one thing: you’re back at where you started.

Maybe such things are just to make living a little less boring, you know, so people won’t think about things like these all the time.

When I was 5, I began to wonder how I had the ability to feel. To be able to gain control of this body and to have a mind. Why is it that we are all different? Why can’t I feel what others feel and why am I just dedicated to this body of mine alone? How come they have a mind of their own? Where did this sense of control come from? How come there are so many of us here?

As I grew a bit older, I began to question the purpose of the existence of man.

Scientists, religious leaders, philosophers will all tell you different answers. So which is the right one? Are we here because God has special plans for us? Are we here because someone out there needs our help? Are we here to make someone happy? Which do we choose to believe?

Even if you have made a choice – this question is still inevitable from time to time.

But it’ll all stop some time – the only difference is I don’t know when. We all make temporary goals to grow and learn; I guess it’s just enough for us then.

Hey, if we knew everything there wouldn’t be anymore questions for me to obsess over, right?