Pork Rinds and Chutzpah

I am suspicious of those who profess to know why we are here.
There are quite a few with this certainty. But strangely enough they don't all agree.
That last sentence was sarcasm in case you missed it. I've noticed our common denominator is not agreeing.

You may not be all that impressed with what I have to say, how I choose to say it or to whom I say what I think. I can live with that. It won't change what I think. That is called maturity. The ability to hold on to you in the face of others' disapproval.

I am not meaning to imply this is an easy thing. If it were we'd be born mature. No, it is a process. As I've gotten to know myself better I have improved my level of maturity. The events in my life that I have viewed as negative have contributed to this process. So there is that. Would I have still chosen to go through some of them? Ugh! No. But I'm not in charge. At least not the ego driven me. Yeah I know, now we are delving into less practical areas than a self respecting Capricorn would normally wish to.

I am puzzled by why we are not allowed to know our path. It seems a bit harsh doesn't it? Just stumbling along without a clue, being expected to have faith when all you really want to do some days is shout out really loudly, 'FUCK YOU FAITH' with appropriate hand gestures of course.

No saint here in case you haven't picked up on that yet. I've designed the 'FUCK YOU FAITH' t-shirt many times in my head. But even this list wielding, organizing, alphabetizing Capricorn has come to disbelieve in random. There is something in charge. It isn't me. I have an imagination that I'd put up against anyone's. But even I cannot imagine the big picture.

But I have come to believe there is one. I also believe humanity can contribute preferences to the big picture so we are not random either. Please read that last sentence again. You and I are not random. We are specific. Chosen. Found  worthy despite what we might think about ourselves or our neighbor. Yep even your redneck neighbor (complete with beer belly and microwave snack packs of  pork rinds) is not random.

But to have the chutzpah to declare that you know why we are here? None of the theories I've heard seem to be the whole answer. Maybe that is because each person's reason for being here is their own.