So why are we all here?

So the first question on my lips is "why are we all here?"
While my heart's desire is to have an existential answer for this, I don't think that's going to happen any time soon.
So for now, let's take the question at it's most literal meaning.
I'm sure you have your own reasons for reading this.
I can only really say why I am here...

I have an amazing, perfect, easy life. I have a wonderful husband, a job that I love, a beautiful church, a nice house in the suburbs and loyal friends. I am in my mid-twenties, have a great brain, great body and I have everything a girl could ever want or need.

So then why is it that often life feels meaningless? Why am I always searching for more? Never satisfied that I am doing enough or being enough.

Through many conversations with many friends it appears as though we all feel the same. We all feel the pressure to live in a trendier suburb, to have nicer clothes and eat in fancier restaurants. We feel the need to enrich our lives by watching the cultural elite at the theatre or going on more extravagant holidays. We feel as though without these life experiences that we are not reaching our potential, as though we are not 'living our lives'.

I spent every minute of my weekend eating, drinking and laughing with my friends at a number beautiful spots around Melbourne and only a few days later I thought to myself that I haven't done anything fun or exciting recently! I have so many blessings in my life but the shame is that I forget. My wedding day, my travel overseas, my nights of crazy fun. They are all a haze in my memory.

So what are we supposed to do with our lives? What makes us happy and content? What is purposeful and meaningful? What will make me look back on my life without regret?

I don't have the answers to these questions, but I do know that I have so many amazing experiences to look back on. So my aim is to create a chronicle of the events of my life. Hopefully this will help me register what a life is made of. I don't want my memories of life to fade. I want to take every moment, whether exciting or mundane and appreciate it fully. I want to pursue the finer things in life and exult in all the amazing experiences I have, but I want to enjoy everyday life with the same fervor.

I remember in 2004 when I heard the lyrics to Natasha Bedingfield's song Unwritten, they burned themselves into my brain. These words were the cry of my heart and still are today...

I am unwritten,
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned

I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines
We've been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

So from these musings comes the title of my blog, 'this life...'

You can interpret it how you like.
My emotional response is 'what the hell am I supposed to do with this life?...'
My rational one is 'here is what makes this life...'