The natural landscape is an elderly, insightful shaman.
Each rugged ridged mountain top, swell within the ocean, jagged nettle, cracked tree stump and dancing desert is a wisdom filled wrinkle, thought or expression.
The ritual undertaken by nature combines meticulous process, indefinite time and arduous repetitions. Yet, the arrogance of the human race – the young pretender – mistakenly and pompously believes to know better than nature.
If you really take a minute and think about what our planet is telling us then you would realise what it’s relationship with us has turned into.
That of a hero toward a villain.
It’s only option left is to destroy us before we harm our hero and it’s universe any further. Rising sea levels, rising world temperatures, natural disasters, wildlife extinctions and crop failures… (the list goes on) all point to one thing;
the planet must extinguish that which destroys it.
It’s enemy.
Us.
Unless, of course, this youthful pretender learns from it’s hero…
Learns that process, time and repetition are valuable within nature. Learns that nature, in turn, is valuable. Learns that nature can live without humanity but humanity cannot live without nature.
And, most importantly, learns that although we foolishly teach one another that it is never too late to change, it is too late for us to change the permanent damage and atrocities we have caused to our hero, our planet, our Earth.
However, there is still a chance to rectify further damage; if we care for nature the way nature cares for us. And, our every morsel of being.
The ever impending doom that is death lingers over us on a daily basis. We are reminded constantly of what it is to be human, and, what it is to be mortal, despite our best efforts to duck, dodge and dive away from the ageing process. Whether it be an early, mid or late life crisis, they all boil down to the same sediment and sentiment.
That we are born and in doing so we must eventually die.
And when you really think about it; the futility of life that is, it is deeply frightening.
At one point or another we will all experience this thought:
“I am just a grain of sand in an ever expanding universe that will have zero impact on history whatsoever. I will be forgotten just the same as everyone who has ever lived, and everyone whoever will live.”
And this is totally normal. Terrifying, but normal.
Most people combat these negative feelings through distraction. This is a good idea seeing as the feeling of insignificance is incredibly unpleasant.
Inevitably distraction is a key part of what it is to be human.
Equally, so is mortality.
The irony being that a distraction from the inevitable only brings that inevitability closer towards you.
I would argue that it is always better to embrace the inevitable.
Now don’t get me wrong. It would be unwise to ruminate on the fragility of existence constantly because ultimately this would cause strong feelings of depression and/or anxiety. I do, however, believe that it is good to come to terms with your fate. In doing so you will defeat fear itself and unlock your true potential to live.
My very simple advice would be as follows;
Live in the moment rather than the past.
Seize the day rather than worry about the future.
Remember that life is futile but you don’t have to be.
Die living. Don’t live dying.
Ultimately the chance of you being created is around 1 in 400 trillion. So, why waste it?
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