Christina Mead

Why Am I Alive?: And Other Thoughts on My Birthday

I've been thinking about life a lot lately. Mostly my own, really. This past weekend I celebrated my birthday.

It was an awesome day. How could it not be great? There was a Boston Cream Pie cake, calls from all my favorite people, and Facebook notifications endlessly popping up on my phone from wall posts.

I can't help but thank God over and over again for the gift of my life, especially at this time of year with so much talk about abortion. A lot of our generation never made it out of the womb, let alone into their 20's. Why me?

I'll never forget one of my professors in college telling my class that for each of us, our chance of being alive is less than the chance of us winning every single lottery in the whole world.

It's crazy to think about.

I am so unique and I wouldn't exist if my Dad didn't marry my Mom, and if my Grandparents didn't marry each other, and if my Great Grandparents didn't meet . . . and on and on for thousands of years.

If I'm so unique there must be a reason I'm here, right? God wouldn't line up all of my genealogy to lead to me just by chance. I can almost feel the weight being laid on my shoulders when I think about that responsibility. It means a lot.

The 'reason' I was born probably isn't so that I can waste hours on Hulu. Or sit around judging people. Or any of the other negative attitudes and actions that take me away from God. Some day I won’t have any more birthday’s. Time runs out for every single one of us. We all want to do something tremendously different and extraordinary with our lives . . . but what is it?

This year, I just want to live with more passion, joy, hope, and selfless love.

Not many people know the exact 'reason' God put them here. And I'm not sure either. There’s one thing I’m sure of though: Jesus said, 'I give you a new commandment: love one another. As I have loved you, so you also should love one another.' (John 13:34) I need to write that on my hand in a permanent marker.

After more than 20 years of being alive, I'm pretty sure the reason I’m here isn’t to be the astronaut I thought I was going to be at age 5. But if I could just live out God's love day after day, that's all I really want. Is that “extraordinary” enough?

It is to the “One” who matters.

Christina Mead

About the Author

I'm just striving for sainthood through lots of imperfect ways. I daydream about heaven, where I want to be the patron saint of lifeguards. I think I might paint my nails just so I can pick it off. I wrote a book about Mary and what she taught us about being a Catholic girl. It's called "That One Girl" and I think you'd like it! You can email me at [email protected], or follow me on Twitter @LT_Christina.