on life..
all too often, i find myself wondering why time has to pass us by. we’re given beautiful memories and moments, but they’re fickle and fleeting. not only that, such moments are nestled in between difficult and sometimes nigh-impossible states of disarray or discontent. even still, i’d give anything to live this day again.
regardless, the earth still turns. it doesn’t matter how i feel. ‘time’ isn’t passing me by, either. that’s just my human perception of everything slowly descending into a state of complete chaos. that’s entropy, right? to exist on this planet is to experience entropy in your own unique way. as humans, our way of experiencing entropy is one of endless contradiction and wonder. the fleeting nature of humanity is beautiful, yet it is not any more beautiful than the fleeting nature of the life of a bird. both are equally breathtaking, bio-engineered works of art. the fact that matter has arranged itself in the way that it has here on earth will never cease to amaze me. i do not know what the coming decades will bring, but i am grateful every single day to be a part of this experience.
our world is a terrifying one, sometimes bereft of any sort of beauty. it’s savage, unforgiving, and we don’t completely understand it. we’ve applied our human rules over the top of it, not having the slightest clue how our planet truly works. but these rules keep us comfortable. science shows us the outer limits what our human vessels can perceive. in my lifetime, i hope and believe that we’ll come to know much more.
ever since i was a young child, i’ve had the subtle, yet overwhelming, feeling that we fundamentally misunderstand our experience as biological beings. the way that we proceed as a species is completely arbitrary; there is no reason that old institutions and ways of thinking should hold us back as much as they do. yet so it is. and so it shall be.
to be human is to have all the tools, yet refuse to use them. human existence is the universe’s manifestation of its own contradictory tendencies. if that’s true, our existence should be incompatible with something we are not yet aware of. yet we persist. as long as our experience is contradictory, our story will continue to have the same ending. life and death will continue to be two sides of the same coin. space and time will continue to be two dimensions of the same entity. selfish individuals will continue to oppress more fragile ones. the diametrically opposed nature of our experience is never-ending.
