After Birth.

[chiaskull]

We are connected in our universal longing, imprinted at birth with a sense of emptiness, searching, wanting something that none of us quite understand. Our lives are jigsaw, but it’s not just 1 and 2, it’s not that simple, there are billions of pieces in this puzzle, most of which we’ll never find, never know, but always miss. Before our lives began we were whole, together we all sat, we loved each other before the thought of sorrow and separation was conceived. Pulled from the ether, ripped from the void of truth and happiness, the bright light of our joy dimmed by the maddening horrors of the material world. We slowly die, and march towards our own ends, collecting trinkets and lies to make us feel whole, feel happy. I’ve experienced many pieces, collected thousands and lost even more, I’ve taken a hammer and gone to work to make myself complete, forcing a piece that doesn’t fit, until it’s broken and unusable, I use the wrong tools and destroyed what happiness I had found. A rose in a barren garden, she had no chance to bloom, a star in a bleak and dead sky, she shined the brightest when all I wanted was the lights to be dimmed. We find all of these things, we search and pray and worship idols to give us a sense of belonging, and a sense of greater purpose, we lie to ourselves. We say, tomorrow it will be okay, in a few years it will all work out, we look to the future with hope, but no one ever told us hope rides alone. They will try to crush you, tell you it’s not possible, your dreams are all for naught, because they lost the will to keep going long ago, they accepted the common belief that we are mortal, and that our minds will not live forever, so in order to matter we have to impact the world in ways that only heroes and monsters truly can. So that is what we become, a martyr, to die, crucified so that others may continue to hope, or at least say they tried, or a monster, a villain so despicable no one dare forget him, lest he rise again. With all these things come a choice, they say one or the other, I say that in this world of black and white I’d like to live in the gray, quietly observing their hurried little lives with the strong beat in the background, they all march in tune. We fight and fight and never take any ground, we gain a territory and lose another because our foresight is limited and hindsight is 20/20. So we let hope fly forth into the future, crying for it’s safe return someday, begging the void not to sweep it away forever, and our pasts are filled with regrets, using our time to remember what should have been done, as if knowing you were wrong makes any difference in something that’s already happened. And the present? Who cares, tomorrow will sweep it away anyhow.

-This was from a while back, I just like it.