Why am I here?

It is one those days? Today, the work load is light and plenty of time to relax and think. Like usual, always asking questions that cannot be answered.

Other than a loving husband to my wife, a son to my parents, a brother to my sisters and brothers, a friend to my friends, an enemy to my foes, a worker to my boss, why am I here?

Surely life is more that that. It has to have a purpose, a destination and a goal, you can reach out for? I don’t think it was meant for 9 to 5 at work, eat and sleep, pay your bills, pay your taxes for the rest of my life. Ok, lah, blogging included.

I pollute the earth with expel carbon dioxide, fart, shit, carbon monoxide from my car, rubbish etc. you know what I mean. Surely that is not why I am here?

Be a prime minister of Malaysia and unite all the races as Malaysian with one identity? Be a President of United State and save the world from destruction? Or be like Mother Theresa, looking and helping the sick? Or be rich like Bill Gate? I don’t know.

I looked, I searched, I seek, I knocked and I asked but I cannot find an answer. So why am I here? Why am I here?