Melissa Schimke

Guardians of Eras

I have always known that I had a purpose. I mean a purpose other than being born, living, and dying. We all have a reason for being here. We weren't meant to "occur" without notice or fulfillment. The problem is recognizing what it means to be human. Humans were introduced; our cycle set in motion. Our greatest attributes are within us along with our greatest flaws, but few recognize either. We contain a survival instinct that overrules even our deepest desire to destroy ourselves, yet we live in defiance and self indulgence. Clinging to external resources to survive, we reach outward attempting to accomplish and create in order to feel worthy. We constantly seek approval from each other rather than bestow it on ourselves using our greatest gifts. When we fall short of approval or do not measure up, we blame everyone around us. We have self interest at heart, worship Gods for all times while killing in the names of those Gods. We study words and deeds set forth in practice, passed down through history, live by traditions and customs, write laws to govern, and more to govern those, demand recognition for our races, creeds, colors, and symbols, meant for specific groups, used to divide, to separate, and for justification of righteous existence. We do not trust each other let alone love one another. We surround ourselves with networks of unique individuals in which we place a certain amount of faith, love, and trust but look on the rest with suspicion, distrust, and great judgment.