Our Creation

I like to believe that we were created as a miraculous means for God herself to experience life through us, as human beings. Ancient scriptures, including the Bible, suggest that we are not the first beings of our kind. Historical texts and spiritual writings imply that we are a product of evolution, designed to surpass those who came before us.

History speaks of giants who walked the Earth before us. Ancient scriptures describe god-like beings preceding humanity. Even ancient tablets suggest that our DNA was deliberately crafted by these beings, shaped in their image. This notion aligns with the biblical phrase: “Let us make them in our image.”

Would it matter if we were created for a divine purpose? Would it change anything if we were created solely for the entertainment of higher beings or to serve a utilitarian role? Personally, I find more significance in the fact that we exist now. We have life, choice, and the ability to define our own purpose. Regardless of why we were created, what truly matters is how we choose to live and create meaning for ourselves.

I believe all life evolves according to the needs of nature in its time. However, humanity is unique—we have the ability to evolve consciously, by choice. This makes us creators. We are artists, and Earth is our ever-evolving canvas.

I often use the analogy of ants: small, strong, intelligent beings whose world is limited to a few square meters, which for them, feels like an entire universe. Are we, in our vast but finite Milky Way, the same? Similarly, consider gut bacteria—living in a universe of our bodies, infinitely complex yet unaware of the world beyond. This perspective often leads me to question our own consciousness within the vastness of the expanding universe.

Recently, I read about a celestial object that changed trajectory—a rock estimated to have the power to obliterate an area the size of Pennsylvania. It makes me wonder: how have we remained untouched for so long in a cosmos teeming with stars, meteors, and comets? Is it pure chance?

To me, life itself is a miracle. The precise combination of atoms required to bring us into being is unfathomable. Yet, most of us take this miracle for granted. We rush through life, oblivious to its extraordinary nature. We place faith in strangers every day, trusting that the driver in the next car won’t sneeze and veer into our path. We rely on technology, travel at unimaginable speeds, and enjoy luxuries our ancestors could only dream of. Yet, we seldom pause to marvel at these miracles.

Does it truly matter if we weren’t created for a heavenly purpose? I don’t think so. What matters is how we choose to live. Heaven or hell exists here on Earth, shaped by our thoughts and actions. So why not choose heaven? Why not live every moment as the miracle it truly is? Why wouldn’t we strive to create and enjoy the best life possible?

In the “school of the soul,” I have learned to embrace life fully—to create, appreciate, and take responsibility for my existence.

Someone once asked me, “What are you most grateful for, besides family?” My answer was: difficulties, challenges, and problems. These experiences have shaped me more deeply than anything else. If I can be grateful for the hardest parts of my life, how could I not be grateful for everything else?

Life is an absolute miracle. And I choose to treat it as such.