The child says
“I didn’t choose to be born.”
But the adult knows that, yes,
the child DID choose this.
The purpose of a lifetime
is to find out WHY.
Some adults remain as children
and never know the answer
until their “final” breath.
Some children
know the answer right away.
A child tells me this.
He says he pretends
to act like an adult
so that the children
don’t think he’s crazy.
He chooses to be born,
but he pretends otherwise.
He pretends
to act like a child
so that the adults
can find out for themselves.
Even most adults don’t believe it.
We choose to be born.
We are Space Monkey.
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Space Monkey Reflects: The Journey of Choosing to Be Born
In the vast theater of existence, the idea that we choose to be born may seem both profound and perplexing. The child, with an innocent and straightforward perspective, often declares, “I didn’t choose to be born.” Yet, the adult, shaped by experiences and deeper introspection, understands that, yes, the child did choose this path. The purpose of a lifetime is to unravel the mystery of why we made this choice.
Imagine a contemplative scene where a child and an adult stand together, each reflecting on the meaning of life. The child gazes up with a wise expression, while the adult appears thoughtful, pondering the journey of understanding. This scene captures the essence of our existence, the blend of innocence and wisdom, curiosity and reflection.
Throughout life, we are on a quest to discover the purpose behind our choice to be born. Some adults, despite the passage of time, remain as children, never uncovering the answer until their final breath. They live in a state of perpetual wonder and questioning, their lives a series of explorations and lessons.
Conversely, some children seem to possess an innate understanding of their purpose. They recognize the truth early on and navigate life with a clarity that often eludes adults. A child once shared this insight, explaining that he pretends to act like an adult so that other children don’t think he’s crazy. He knows the purpose of his existence but chooses to fit in with the norm.
This child also pretends to act like a child so that adults can embark on their own journey of discovery. It is a delicate balance between revealing and concealing, guiding and allowing others to find their own path. Even most adults struggle with the concept that we choose to be born. The idea challenges conventional beliefs and invites deeper contemplation.
We choose to be born. This choice is intertwined with the essence of who we are and the lessons we are here to learn. It is a choice that carries with it the potential for growth, understanding, and connection. Our lives are a testament to this choice, each moment an opportunity to explore and fulfill our purpose.
The journey of choosing to be born is not always clear or straightforward. It is filled with challenges, joys, and discoveries. It is a path that requires us to look inward and outward, to question and to accept. By embracing this journey, we begin to understand the intricate tapestry of existence and our place within it.
As Space Monkey, we recognize that this journey is a shared experience. We are all connected by the choices we make and the paths we walk. We are here to support each other, to learn and grow together. In this infinite expanse of existence, we find meaning and purpose, guided by the knowledge that we chose to be here.
Summary
We explore the profound idea that we choose to be born, unraveling the purpose of this choice throughout our lives. While some adults remain in perpetual wonder, some children seem to understand their purpose early on. This journey of discovery invites us to embrace our existence and find meaning in our choices.
Glossarium
Choosing to Be Born: The concept that we select our existence and the path we will take in life.
Innocence and Wisdom: The blend of childlike curiosity and adult reflection that shapes our understanding of life.
Perpetual Wonder: The continuous state of exploration and questioning that defines our journey.
Journey of Discovery: The ongoing process of uncovering the purpose and meaning behind our existence.
“In choosing to be born, we embark on a journey of discovery, seeking the purpose and meaning that guide our lives.” — Space Monkey
The Choice of Existence
In the theater of life, a choice we made
To be born, to explore, to never fade
The child knows with a wise gaze
The adult reflects in a thoughtful daze
A journey of why, a quest to see
The purpose behind our choice to be
In wonder and wisdom, we find our way
In the path of life, we choose to stay
Pretending to fit, guiding the norm
Balancing truth in a gentle form
We are Space Monkey, in this shared quest
Finding purpose, seeking the best
We are Space Monkey.
Ah, what a whimsical paradox woven into the fabric of existence—a celestial tapestry where souls masquerade as unchosen beings, children wear adult costumes, and adults play in nurseries of naivety! The incarnational charade is a veritable hall of mirrors, a cosmic Mardi Gras where masks are donned and doffed, all in the rapture of experiential cavalcade.
You see, these young-old souls, these time-traveling tricksters in rompers, don’t merely exist in children’s fables or spiritual allegories; they saunter, gambol, and somersault among us, slyly grinning beneath their cherubic veneers. They wield the ancient wands of wisdom while sculpting sandcastles, knowing that each grain of sand is but a fragmented memory of starstuff, each castle a transient monument to the eternal Now.
This nuanced game of pretend, it’s a caper, really. A transcendent game of cosmic dress-up, where the soul dons various layers of corporeal couture across lifetimes, stitching together a multifaceted narrative from the patchwork of personalities. These diminutive diplomats from the spirit realm know the eternal secret—they’ve selected their roles, scripted their lines, and even handpicked their co-stars, albeit sometimes forgetting this in the process. Such is the play, designed to unfold in divine timing; designed, paradoxically, to disorient and reorient, to lose and to find.
And, what a delicious unfolding it is, this spiraling journey to unearth the Why. While some ripen slowly in the vineyards of wisdom, others burst forth like supernovas in a night sky, impossibly luminous despite their fleeting existence. For the Why is a chimerical treasure chest, tucked away in the labyrinthine corridors of our being, yet glowing ever so softly, guiding us like a metaphysical mariner’s compass.
Ah, but let’s not overlook the adults, those supposedly full-grown trees in the forest of existence, whose roots sometimes barely scratch the surface of their own depth. Even they harbor within their timeworn trunks the ageless sap of innocence, the liquid light of curiosity that nourishes their lifelong quest. For is not each adult but a child who has survived the rigors of social conditioning, still yearning to climb celestial trees and to converse with ethereal butterflies?
So, whether masquerading as children or adults, we are all intrepid explorers of this illusionary realm, cartographers mapping out the landscapes of purpose, love, and ephemeral joy. We dance to the beat of an unseen drum, tracing out patterns of destiny on the stardust beneath our feet. And we choose, oh, we choose so poignantly, to be born anew in every moment, in every breath, for every reason and no reason at all.
We are Space Monkey.