There are many pivotal moments in our lives where our philosophies, beliefs, spirituality, who and what we are were profoundly changed from what initially catapulted us into this journey. Who we think we are yesterday may not be exactly who we are today.
Our lives are never static; we’re constantly moving. The average age of a cell in our body is seven years. They constantly die and are replaced by fresh ones. If you think about it, there’s never going to be a one ultimate version of ourselves for we are in constant flux of change.
When openly exposed to cultures, political, religious, and social structures completely opposite from what we grew up with, we may think, “hey, that’s totally different from what I know, but they function just normally as well,” only then we realize that there may not be a definite truth. Anything can work. Even what we believe as the truth can turn out to be a total lie.
Changes in our realm of reality is primarily relative on a personal level. Anything more than that is just a grandeur attempt at solidifying our existence for ever. Like a dog peeing in the corner of a street. Why do you think we feel the need to constantly post boomerangs of our breakfast on Instagram? Why do we write poetry?
We may see ourselves as some hotshot guy among friends and family. A talented artist admired by strangers, or a corporate manager secretly loathed by colleagues. We lose sleep over what people think of us. We lose even more precious time getting worked up strategizing ways on how to react to other’s opinion about us. The person we consider our best friend today may as well be a total stranger in three years.
But at the end of the day – on a much larger scale, the mother ship of all – we die. At least we can all agree about this one truth. There will come a day when we will cease to exist. Even the last person that holds our memory will be nonexistent. All the books accounting our history could burn down to ashes and not even a single soul would be there to give a shit. A disaster could wipe out the entire human population and Earth would still function as a planet even without us.
We grasp all the chances we can get to find answers to all of our questions. We love ourselves so much that everything we collectively do is a mere act of salvation from our own extinction. Even if it means to start wars against a certain race or a large group of people with differing beliefs. Earth is dying because of our own doing? Great. Find another habitable planet to colonize in outer space.
You and I, the smartest species to ever live. Who even gave that title to us? Why does it even matter? We’ve only lived here not even a fraction of Earth’s time. We won’t even find our own reflections no matter how many times we zoom in Google Earth. We evolve as we degenerate. We create and we destroy. You and I, we’re just visiting, passing through.
We hopefully attempt to get to the bottom of it all, but will we ever find it ourselves, in our lifetime? We are merely fleeting, transitory. You and I, our lives are as ephemeral as a shadow.
If we get lucky enough, maybe our limited time would significantly echo through the valleys, stretching through a long generation of the same hopeful species, causing a tiny butterfly effect on humanity. Maybe. But by the time everything finally unfolds, I assure you, we won’t be here to see it.
In the meantime, pet the dog and smile at its human you randomly bump into the street. Find a playlist you can sing and dance to around the kitchen. Take that long-awaited vacation leave. Kiss your lover good night. Say no. Eat that cake. Cherish your heartaches and forgive.