120718 random thoughts now

Sometimes I wonder why am I me. Shouldn't I belong in another world in the outer space, as a shining blue star. Am I some of the lucky ones that got the chance to experience life on world, as to why i could be able to sit here now and type...if i am, then shouldnt i treasure the time that i have on earth, experience everything that i can, from what i fear, hate, dislike to what i really love? or what? is everyone of us sent to this place for a meaning? are we sent here with some sort of mission, something that we carry out unknowingly. or are we are programmed? as in what we are going to do on earth are all programmed, including me typing here, to help someone somewhere in this big mysterious universe? it has let me to think of many things. like is someone looking at us from someone all the time. if it is it kinda creeps me out...someone not one of us, different from anyone of us, someone that completely looks different from who we are...