I think the mass majority of us forget that we are an extension of nature, this incl our creations too. The image of us is perfect in it's imperfection. Though a lot of imperfection there's a tremendous amount of beauty in the world we live in. We're a phase in earths evolution. Looking at the future after the next mass extinction maybe there will be a consciously advanced species that will one day find the remnants if our lifestyles and compare the growth like we do today. It's a miracle that we're able to experience the things we do. Putting aside our social issues for a second and our grievances, how amazing is it to be able to breath or to simply experience this existence. This life is precious and I feel some don't quite understand how unique our lives are, Sure we're nothing in retrospect, but when you think of the impact you can create in someones life everything is magnified. The smallest thing can throw you off your game if you let it. And our mortality is slammed into our face with no warning. We will return to our foundation the way the leaves fall in autumn, and the sooner it's understood the brighter you can make the rest of your life. Because I believe that when you're afraid to die it's because you regret not living your life to the fullest. We are given the opportunity to experience all that this life has to offer, and we deserve to experience the treasures of this world. We are a beautifully chaotic chunk of energy, cells, and consciousness. You can't change my mind when it comes to the simple amazement of our existence, but I acknowledge the 'it is what it is' life has to offer us as well. By my 'it is what it is' comment I mean that things will play out as they will, and there's nothing we can do to change it.
Our lives are so concentrated on the things we encounter and our aspirations that we loose track of the time and beauty in this moment. I heard from somewhere that when we focus on the material aspects of life we go from frequency to particles. Because when we're focused on the physical it takes away from the oneness of everything. I know it sounds cliche, but this is the only way I'm explaining it right now. I guess I can also touch on our existence isn't anything but atoms and frequencies, and the only reason we're able to make any sense of it is because our brains are the reason we're able to comprehend this shit. Now I'm still learning when it comes to this, but I've gained massive clarity from the research I've put in.
It also urks me how some people think their money makes them superior to others. I'm not a violent dude, but I'll beat an entitled bitch any day. I'm also coming to the conclusion that a second civil war can occur if we keep doing the same shit. Probably an unpopular opinion, but I don't want to go back to how it used to be...because I feel like we were too oblivious to how things were. I miss going to the movies and restaurants, not wearing a mask etc. but I'm willing to sacrifice some leisurely activities to better the life of multiple people. I don't care about money, I don't care about status, I just want to see that everyone has equal opportunities and that we're treating each other with basic respect. It's not hard, compassion is what I'm talking about. The american society really fucks us up when it comes to our livelihood. We're able to be whatever the fuck we want, wear whatever the fuck we want, dream of whatever the fuck we want, and we deserve to just be without all these other expectations, fees, lies, dumb shit that's pushed against us. And I don't meant to exclude the hardships of other cultures, I happened to grow up in the states. Being monetarily poor doesn't mean you're not rich. Genuine happiness is the best remedy to a dim life. We have a lot of work to do as a people, and in order to make a better world for the future we have to be the change we want to see.
If you're read this far, thank you for sticking around. Feel free to let me know what you think, do you have any theories? Stay safe and stay compassionate.
About the Creator
Lyn
Perhaps I have a fear of being forgotten, or maybe it's the subconscious cries of my ancestors who couldn't speak for themselves. Either way, I can't afford to make the shadows my home.
May peace be with you, fellow traveler.



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