At some point of our lives, we become like philosophers asking for the reason of our existence. It's a process that, I guess, every one has to go through. When things don't go the way you expect them to go, when your choices are beyond the rational mind, when you feel lost. These are the usual times when we ask ourselves (even the "astral beings", "creator" or what ever you believe in) "what is the essence of my life?" or "Why am I supposed to take this path?" or "Why am I here?" So, why are we here? Why do we exist? Honestly, I can't answer you 'cause right now I am too, is soul-searching, looking for the "whys" in my life. When I was in gra