This I believe.
There has been one principle that has governed my intellectual processes for several years now. To say that it stands at the core of my beliefs is an understatement. It gives shape to my worldview, reason to my actions, and credence to my words. It has yet to fail me. Through this lens, human beings as a whole have become transparent. I am no longer surprised by the actions of man, nor awestruck by his achievements. Thus, I share with you a hand to join me on this side.
My belief has two main facets: a “what” and a “why”. So here I am to say, “The meaning of life is that it is meaningless.” Life is a virgin canvas, onto which we stroke our experiences, written in blood. As we grow, we inevitably fill the canvas with a parade of color and hue. Out of this starburst, we find meaning. Life is meaningless, and this allows for us to denote our own purpose to our existence, so as to fulfill our own intimate, metaphysical inadequacies. We are a culture obsessed with self-actualization. If there ever was only one perfect, infallible vindication for consciousness as we know it, we have ironically annihilated it during our quest to find it. This leads me into the “why”.
Mother Nature and Father Time have proved to be the only monarchy under whose control we must kneel. At heart, we are animals in the most basic sense of the word. We follow the laws that shape and direct the universe, whether we wish to or not. What purpose does emotion serve, other than to bond us together and secure our duration? Do we not inevitably die? We were born to evolve and promise the continuity of our species, allowed to survive so that we maintain a harmonious, stabilized kingdom on the planet. However, we have been dealt the gift of intelligence: a freak endowment that burgeoned chaotically until the children turned sword on the titans. A coup was staged. The natural order was cast on its head. Revolution and intrigue. At the top of the ranks stand Homo sapiens, just below the regal two, yet far above his fellow creatures. Now in a position of power, we have been given the tools to shape the world as we see fit and unwittingly stray from the cosmic course we were directed towards.
However, even in such a position, we retain traits that we acquired in our roots. While many may no longer see the world as the disorganized, bastardized realm we have raped it into, we still follow the customs of our natives. We collectivize, work in packs, and though we lost the call of the wild in the great usurp, we fight to survive under our own conditions.
So people have lost sight of the reason we’re here. It is not an obscured mandate served by a veiled puppeteer, no, it is in our hands. We turned our back on nature, and it has returned us the favor. In light of this, we—neigh, you—must forge a unique purpose. It will not be handed to you.
This I believe.
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