Carpe Diem

As I was contemplating the article below  once more and the term; ” Carpe Diem” came to mind. For me this term strongly anchors the fact that , perhaps my interpretation is what Horace actually  meant—that is to engage  each moment, do the best we can, for that what God wanted us to do—so as to ensure the best possible outcome of the future—whatever that may be .Though best outcome isn`t always recognizable at the moment, only once view it from ”self or oversoul`s “perspective, as to the perception of the immediate present time of “I” maybe hidden. 

The first thing I ever learnt in Catechism  from Sr. Paschal was the question and answer : Why did God create me? And the answer according to the Catholic Church is—“God created me to  know Him, serve Him and love Him so I maybe happy with Him forever in heaven”. Simple, perhaps but has deep connotations and still true as it was  since Our Lord and even before. We maybe more sophisticated, explain it  a more complex way or try and put some sort of modern theological spin on it—but “Universal Truth”, in any which way we interpreted is “Universal Truth”. This maybe strictly my faith, but as humans we all have it within ourselves in some form, even atheists. 

Maybe it is a need, a longing a hidden code in our DNA  that is imprinted in different ways, but cosmic meaning is just as valid.  I don`t think it is grasping at straws or fear that our life is useless, that we lack some energy source, like “soul” or whatever you may call it and that we physically as well as spiritually simple come to a finite end. Hard for this for the human psyche to register this as sentient beings—infact rather impossible even for Dawkins and most of the “New Atheists” if you really listen to what they try to impart in their atheistic views. 

There is a form of solace at coming to accept this idea of “ I and myself”—it gives a deep sense of  peace, hope and trust in the eternal. I maybe entirely wrong, but its energy of peace is worth  the solace that it radiates. For me it becomes very depressing if I were to  be entwined in a belief that everything passes –which all does, but that it was all in vain and we are merely simply an empty vessel that really contained nothing but emptiness in the end. But that for me is impossible to accept all I need to look at is nature, creation and the unimaginable mystery of the universe and something deep in me innately knows—there is so much more—this is but still nothing, the moment of beginning.