Walls

Sitting here, staring off into a vast expanse of nothingness while staring at some ambiguous material object, I realize that most of what consists of my "sense of self" is based on the freeing knowledge that one day I will suck in one last breath. Accepting this allows one to free themselves from any expectations that the world places upon them, for the world is temporary (and terribly ridiculous, in many ways) yet all around us authorities attempt to influence our every action, thought and emotion in order to make us more suitable contributers to society. There is too much to deny in the human condition by following this path, too many emotions to choke and far too many thoughts to drown. Perhaps I am illogical, perhaps humans are a bit too obsessed with their criteria and the fulfillment of such. (after all, whether we measure and identify something or not, it exists independently of us.)The universe contains many illogical things, many paradoxical phenomena and we (as humans) are an expression of such brilliant contradictions. One can spend their entire life on one path's pursuit only to find in an instant that it's all been for naught and uprooted. Why not free ourselves from this choking egoism and instead take a cue from nature and rather allow ourselves to simply be. Allow ourselves self exploration in a kinder sense, a selfless sense, only to fulfill and exercise our greatest gift: the gift of conscious self awareness. Humans squander so very much of their exasperatingly beautiful potential in exchange for terribly contrived and dull roles that bring little to no fulfillment. Why not allow yourself the perception of a child and see the beauty and the wonder in everything that surrounds us? I am consistently surprised by how many people never take the time to stop and admire a beautiful sunset or stare in complete wonder at a full moon that inspires primal desires and wanderlust. The world needs to fall back in love with itself.