Why?

I was once bewildered in India as a 21 year old in Punjab, when a good friend told me that prayer for the sake of some wish, or desire, whether for ourselves or others, whether earthly or heavenly, was good, but no where near the best. The best prayer was that done solely for the pleasure of the one being prayed to, with no other agenda.

This was a tough pill to swallow, it is now one of the only true sources of peace.

First God made the pen, humans came much later. The data, the story, and the utensils to build came first.

Why?

The story is not ours, we exist only for pleasure in the story enacted for our maker.

“To see if you have free will, just stop exercising it.” - Naval

It’s the ultimate question, this ‘why’ surrounding the true purpose of our existence - we can come to know this through practiced faith and adventure(internal and external).

Seek the beloved, rush into its essence, to be emancipated of matter, and be free to return to what we all came from. Everything and nothing all at once.

It’s from الله