The universe appears to be an impersonal array of stars, planets, gas, dust and galaxies, seemingly moving and expanding aimlessly and randomly. Does the universe have feelings? Happy? Sad? Lonely? Is the universe conscious of itself? Does the universe ever know love?
It is said we are the consciousness of the universe, and the universe seeks to understand itself through us. Why is that so? Why are we here and why are we left on our own to make sense of our existence?
Granted we have feelings and we can feel love. It is observed that we love and accept ourselves and others, we send a message to the universe that life is worthwhile, and our existence is not futile.
Why do children remain carefree while we grownups often feel despair and anguish as we grapple with identity crisis and existential crisis? Perhaps it is our perception that has changed as we grow up – the universe has always been the same. Life always has its ups and downs, and many things remain a mystery. Maybe it is good to retain the innocence and wonder of a child. Simplicity and wisdom, or child-likeness and maturity, need not be mutually exclusive as both are reconcilable and compatible when we find that balance.