Reluctant Awakening?

I wonder, do we know why we are here? Is there a purpose to our microscopic, fleeting lives? I believe there is. Humans, generally, seem to mire themselves in things only relevant to the brief window of existence we occupy; neglecting the wider-frame by which reality is observed.

I don’t intend to cast sweeping stereotypes. I just have a feeling, with the obsessions we share in gawking at misfortune, violence, and what new ludicrous complication has been added to our socioeconomical hierarchy of comprehension, that we are entombed in a short-term view of things. The magnificence of our arrival in sentience is totally forgotten. Our inspirational expansion and fascinating exploration of technology/science is shoved to the side, in lieu of the ever-increasing desire for exploitation, gain, and domination. Why is this world so bent on eating itself alive?

I long to have been alive during a time where we grew into an understanding of the value of living. The tremendous and unique nature of our fragile existence is taken for granted. We teeter on the edge of being, waiting for inevitable calamity, which encompasses the primary means of change on our planet. We have a window, briefly, into awareness. We squander that noble right daily. We thrive on mistreatment of life. We capitalize on pain, suffering, unfairness, and a deeply corrupted sense of morality.

Things may not change in my lifetime. Though, the longevity of my temporary occupation is largely unknown; probability states that my life may reach a natural conclusion of some form. Catastrophe or rapid-disintegration is far more unlikely. But I have the tingle of fear in my bones, the subtle disturbance of knowing. I almost yearn for a shock to the system, with hopes of dramatically opening our eyes to a new set of priorities. An awakening.

If we are bound to rotation and circumnavigation; constantly plowing through an uncertain dark, we should be aware of our rarity. We should be thinking: “who are we? And why are we so fortunate to be alive? Who else is out there? Can they hear us?”

I am given the gift of awareness, in a time where that quality is not understood, or particularly cared for. We have an animalistic existence, dictated by a hunger for the flesh of others. In time, we may come into a different understanding. But the history of Earth paints a different view of our time here. We have no more of it to squander. We are running out of chances. We have to survive. But we won’t.