This world is so pure, so beautiful and flawless. Everything has its place, purpose and meaning. Everything is interconnected and all life somehow fits. The trees around me, bending their branches in the wind; their song perfectly fitting for this warm, late summer evening. The crickets joined in the lullaby with perfect ease, with no effort or even thought behind it. It just fits.
The wind itself moves and shifts, slows down or stops completely with perfect timing. Birds fly over my head with fluid motions, mimicking the invisible waves of the wind. The very last rays of light of this day bounce and reflect of everything, as if kissing the world and everyone in it goodnight. Clouds, like gentle giants of the sky, move gracefully towards the North, following some unknown path; playing their part. A lake in front of me glimmers, sharing the sunlight, multiplying it in all directions.
Everything here has its place.
Everything here is perfect, except me, with my thoughts, wishes, expectations and disappointments.
Everything in the nature flows in perfect motion, follows the cycle day in and day out. But not me. I want things, I want them now. I deserve more, and I am not happy if it’s denied to me. I create my own meanings, purposes, ideas; tailor them to fit my mood and needs. I rise above all this perfection; feeling different and somehow more important. Felling like I own all of this, like it should comfort to me and my desires.
Nature does what it is supposed to do. It doesn’t dream of anything more. It doesn’t wish for anything else. It recognizes its own perfection.
But not me. I need change to happen at my own pace. I need protection from the enemies I myself created. I need this world to bend to help me succeed in things that matter only to me. I will take whatever I need because I feel it belongs to me, rather than me belonging to it all. I claim all the resources for my needs, and I am not happy if they start disappearing. I want abundance, at any cost.
I waste time and lives, trying to copy what Nature does for millions of years with absolute perfection. I believe I can do it better. I can make more of anything that’s out there, and I can make it faster. I believe there are no consequences for rushing things that usually take their time. I know I am above all those laws and rules. I know I am smart and I abuse that wherever and whenever I can. I look down at animals and I ignore anything that is not of use to me. I raise living creatures and I kill them because their flesh tastes good to me. I grow plants faster and in bigger numbers than Nature itself can, and I know there will be no consequences.
I take more than I give, because everything belongs to me anyway. I am superior to everything and yet, I can’t calm my mind here and now and enjoy the sunset. I conquered everything, but my mind is still restless and unhappy. I still want more. I am a representative of the most advanced species ever.
I am a human.
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(I don’t know it yet, but I’m stupid and ignorant and foolish and wonderful; dangerous and incredible.)
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