I had entered the third grade in fall 1992. Up till then I thought my family's life was perfect; nothing could go wrong and even if it did, things would always go back to normal. But, one day, we got a phone call that changed all of my ideas about having a perfect life: it was a call from my uncle telling to my mother that their sister had passed away during labor. At first, I did not comprehend what death meant until I stopped seeing my aunt for about a month. I asked my mother where she went, and then my mother took me on the side and explained to me that I would not be able to see my aunt ever again and that she went to a better place than here. At this moment that I thought to my self, and started asking my parents why my aunt's new place was better than ours, and they told me because that place is perfect and have complete happiness. I started realizing that our life on this realm is imperfect, and that we could never be completely happy because bad things could ruin our happiness like death; the human's worst fear.
While growing up, I thought more and more about the teachings of my parents to me on that day, and I always wondered why we couldn't achieve complete happiness here on this realm; was there such a rule? I had no philosophical view of life then to relate that question to until I entered University of Saint Thomas and started learning philosophy.
With each class of philosophy, I better realized the nature of humanity. I started realizing that we are imperfect because we were not created for this earth; that realm is not our place. We are not fully developed and matured since the driving motive of our life is limited good; we always look for more and more. So, there must be a spiritual side to our identities to help us achieve the infinite good; the perfection. Then, the fulfillment and the end goal of our life must be spiritual, which explains why those people who think that they could be happy because of material things are never happy or satisfied.
