The truth about life, is death.

Stark and apparent. The winding curves shaped the dry earth, setting about a trail of sorts; with cracked and repugnant layers of mud peeling up in an effort to appease the blazing sun. Broken tree limbs jut out from the bank searching heavenward for some sort of salvation or reprieve. Lifeless dust blew powdered insults into the trees cries, and to any remnant that was once living. Life had left its mark.   

The frailty of the human condition perpetuates itself in a way that demands true understanding of existence to be developed via contrast. A contrast of polar opposites speaking a universal language that resonates easily with any individual, teaching them the importance of time and the limited nature of life. With the fleeting nature of our consciousness’s existence and all the while being a very small insignificant part of the universe and its ruleset, creates a situation which tends to be quiet cruel. Lessons that the universe teaches take a lifetime to understand and fathom, repeatedly by design through every lifetime, every generation and every person. 

In shorthand though, established abbreviated rules delivered to us from the sciences are well known and may potentially be willfully applied to people as well as any formula, such as - ‘for there to be a one, there had to have been a none’ or ‘every action creates a reaction’. True, intimate understanding of these expressions are difficult to grasp until they have been experienced, the appreciation of bringing new life into this world is a prime example. Parents often attempt to explain the almost divine nature of parenthood to others, true to form they find it difficult to explain the miracle to those who don’t have a child. Perhaps an experience to be undertaken to be better understood. 

Human-kind has successfully navigated the annals of time, generation to generation, with endless trials and tribulations dictating our evolutionary path. An interesting facet supporting the fact our ancestors survived against all odds is the what is now the human response to the negative. An innate reflexive mechanism to a poison berry or a good berry, what maims and kills us, the poison berry, is far more memorable. Negatives experiences hold much more weight in our responses; we tend to gravitate towards the “Why I won’t do that” as opposed to “Why I would do that” – a key idea can be found where a well-known part of our society dictates that those in authority will perhaps “easily remember the bad, and more easily forget the good”. 

The modern human can look at all these rationales and ideas presented by some ‘whoever’ at some time, and not take anything away, but what must be noted is that although the negative may be our default response it doesn’t need to hinder a potentially positive outcome as we are gifted with choice and reason. If we choose to get comfortable with the idea with finality, we will see that all paths travelled end with the exact same outcome. With finality and the limited nature of things fully understood; how does it becomes so easily to be dictated to, or bent to conformity? Do we crave parameters so much that we will void free will and time? The facts remain that with the full understanding of finality in all things, there is a slim glimpse into the understanding of meaning and existence. A meaning which gets to be chosen by the individual which comes complete with a time frame to complete it in.