I'm currently reading “The Why Are You Here Café” by John Strelecky. This is an inspiring story about the meaning of life. The question there is: Why Are You Here? You don't ask this question, but you are asked.

As I read the book, I realize that I don't have the answer. It is certainly presumptuous to try to cover the topic comprehensively here. But I would still like to write down some of my thoughts. Maybe you can think of more and leave a comment here! I'm particularly interested in how people from different cultures think about this question. But let me start with my actual thoughts.

The question is about me. It's about me, viewed in a very big context, namely the “world”. And the...