April Showers

I’ve come to a solution of my own in my spare time serving this sentence I’d like to call my life. Instead, I treat my experiences here as an awakening. Each day I wake I learn that mankind is evolving more and more rapidly into a collective, a mortal sponge if you will. A more common aphorism is usually affiliated with kin that generally breed and multiply at often alarming rates. (Which is in fact what everything in terms of the fundamentals of science subsequently does anyhow) In often cases, we serve as their hosts, proud and ignorant in our own righteousness. What we seem to blatantly refer to as parasites, are exactly what we have become in our communal efforts to survive. We are the authors of our own misfortunes and yet we are just so damn proud to remember or consider true purpose.

I know by now many of you reading this will have already taken my words to a certainty of either two extremities: You have already decided whether you’re going to agree with me, or appropriately disagree with me. Either way, I wish for you to absorb my words appropriately and in complete mindfulness of their meanings in their entirety. Do not simply chew the food and swallow it knowing it will soon digest. We humans already know how to eat and we have a basic idea that we do these things because of a necessity to survive, but we mustn’t and therefore cannot deny its conditioning and the origin of its being. Choice is not just something we execute in conscience and full awareness of our environment. Our environment is ultimately that execution, that very moment we decide to chew before swallowing. We not only shape or construct our exterior, earthly and physically, but our surroundings have also proven successful at shaping who we are and what we do with our lives. After all, every time we are blessed another waking day, we are attempting to live out our purpose. I have come to believe we are in fact forgetting our roots, disregarding who we are and why we are here. Ironically the most astonishing and perplexing part about all of this is that we are never going to find the solutions we search for until we discover absolution itself.

In addition to being part of and producing a wondrous and amassing swarm of bipedal locusts we call mankind, our true identity lies within our ultimate search for purpose. Who would wish to live the final days of their lives without assurance of a second chance, another shot at finding truth or principle in their petty existence? It’s a scary place we live in, and even once we escape the womb we aren’t granted the luxury of opening our eyes to the world until we are judged and admitted into this new realm appropriately and in orderly fashion.

Forget significance. Forget individuality. Forget what you’ve learned through the knowledge and life experiences of your elders. Today I’ve opened my eyes and I can finally see my life amidst all of the commotion inside the hive.

Except this time there's no beekeeper.