Pardon My Exposure
There's so much fear in the world.
We're so damn afraid to be alone that we push everyone away. Distance is easier because it keeps us guarded against the crippling pain of a broken heart, disappointment, and the realization that no one knows you but you and your Maker, whoever you may believe that to be. Sometimes backing down and retreating is a viable solution to a problem. Any problem really.
It's an interesting human condition. One which developed over time and was brought about through lessons learned first-hand and told to us by others. This is just one of such experiences we learn as we get older on this planet.
The facts of life, or so I've heard them called, and I've came across some interesting ones over the past few years. Or I was told that they were facts at least.
One goes like this: that as a species we do nothing but consume, extract energy and turn it into waste. Every species on the planet does this, but we are one of the few who consumes and wastes more than we create.
An outside perspective, say from outer space, might see this and point out how ridiculous this fact is. This being from an outer world may say to us, if it could, that we're the biggest irony in the universe.
To an outsider we look like ants in a glass case building our tunnels and wiring them with explosives. Not only will we destroy our own world but the combination of glass and explosives will send our debris scattering in all directions.
This happens inside ourselves as well. Building our comfortable nests and dwelling places in our heads and hearts. Creating us and our world around it in our own image. Our version of what happy and normal looks like.
At some point we decide to start dating to expand our worlds and share our experiences. To connect our tunnels to someone else. Partly because that's what we've been trained and told to do and because there are certain norms we must uphold. But also because we're drawn to certain people. We feel it in our bones, our skin, our hearts and minds and our whole essence.
Such strong connections are hard to come by, and you can never be certain how real they are. Even when they are real our worst fears can come true and one at a time our timers reach the detonation point, then...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
And then, eventually, we're alone again and we have no idea what to do when someone else has made us so sad. All we can do is pick up our glass shards from the ground, sweep up the sand and collect our ants and start glueing it all back together.
To a being from another world none of this will make sense. To a being from this planet it doesn't make sense either. So at least we'll have that in common with extraterrestrials.
There's so much fear in the world.
We're so damn afraid to be alone that we push everyone away. Distance is easier because it keeps us guarded against the crippling pain of a broken heart, disappointment, and the realization that no one knows you but you and your Maker, whoever you may believe that to be. Sometimes backing down and retreating is a viable solution to a problem. Any problem really.
It's an interesting human condition. One which developed over time and was brought about through lessons learned first-hand and told to us by others. This is just one of such experiences we learn as we get older on this planet.
The facts of life, or so I've heard them called, and I've came across some interesting ones over the past few years. Or I was told that they were facts at least.
One goes like this: that as a species we do nothing but consume, extract energy and turn it into waste. Every species on the planet does this, but we are one of the few who consumes and wastes more than we create.
An outside perspective, say from outer space, might see this and point out how ridiculous this fact is. This being from an outer world may say to us, if it could, that we're the biggest irony in the universe.
To an outsider we look like ants in a glass case building our tunnels and wiring them with explosives. Not only will we destroy our own world but the combination of glass and explosives will send our debris scattering in all directions.
This happens inside ourselves as well. Building our comfortable nests and dwelling places in our heads and hearts. Creating us and our world around it in our own image. Our version of what happy and normal looks like.
At some point we decide to start dating to expand our worlds and share our experiences. To connect our tunnels to someone else. Partly because that's what we've been trained and told to do and because there are certain norms we must uphold. But also because we're drawn to certain people. We feel it in our bones, our skin, our hearts and minds and our whole essence.
Such strong connections are hard to come by, and you can never be certain how real they are. Even when they are real our worst fears can come true and one at a time our timers reach the detonation point, then...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
And then, eventually, we're alone again and we have no idea what to do when someone else has made us so sad. All we can do is pick up our glass shards from the ground, sweep up the sand and collect our ants and start glueing it all back together.
To a being from another world none of this will make sense. To a being from this planet it doesn't make sense either. So at least we'll have that in common with extraterrestrials.
Be happy.