Equivocality

Soaring Higher

I did not start from the very bottom. I was lucky; I was born in a loving family and I was the only child. Everyone was giving me their full love and attention. I was showered by it and I fully embraced it. It's not what I want, though. I don't want to be fed with a silver spoon. I want to work hard for everything. Even the celestial embodiment of Creation started from nothing. From blank space and darkness sprouted light and life. After all, it's failure after failure that eventually leads to grand success. How many thousands of people were tested and operated upon in order for cures and techniques to save millions everyday to be found? Even the Great Maker had to through scraps of Universes away until finally reaching something that strives for perfection.

That is my protest: to forever grow and expand and eventually burst through the roof; but that's one tiny roof. The Universe is significantly bigger than a mere house. And I'm willing to touch infinity. In the grand scheme of things, we are but an insignificant colony of fleas, living on a small speck of dust. That is exactly why we should act as one and we, as a whole, should try and achieve greatness together. For we were left on this planet that we call home for a reason. The Architect made this project for a reason. Of that exact reason we will never be sure, for intervention ceased since the explosion that created everything. Yet we still live and we do so with a burning sensation.

What are we, though? We all question the meaning of our existence. We all question why we came to be and what is our purpose. We all want to find out the meaning of life. Only a few of us realize that such questions are irrelevant. They do define our nature as curious beings, yet they also hold us back in place. One should realize that it is not yet our place to ask these kind of questions: we are still far from understanding the answers. Perhaps the Author of Genesis has yet to think of an answer himself. That leaves us with two options: question our place in the cosmos or work our way towards making an answer ourselves.

Nonetheless, as the words of a wise man state: we are on a "pale blue dot". We float in the infinity of space and time, vaguely knowing about our beginnings and having literally no clue about our end, save for endless theories of catastrophes. Us, as a race, can't think of conquering the boundless plane of existence in which we procreate if we still fight over soil. That is why we should start soaring higher, aiming to the roof, because, as it stands right now, we are sinking faster than we are climbing.