A Little Bit of This, A Little Bit of That


When was the last time that you actually looked up into the sky at night and took in all of the wonders of the stars?  The vast darkness lit by small specks of light.  Small to our eyes, big when up close, but miniscule when in relation to the entire universe.  In this universe we are only a small speck of dust floating around waiting for the end of time.  That is all that we were, all that we are, and all that we will ever be.  It is life.

This is not the meaning of life.  Nobody knows the true meaning.  Are we here to save others’ lives?  No.  That would be an odd predicament.  The meaning of life is life, that’s not right.  Maybe we’re just here to procreate.  Once again, that leads to the meaning of life being life.  That is not right.  You do not define things by themselves.  The meaning of life might be 42.  Who knows?  Nobody.

We live our lives trying to make something of ourselves.  Does it really matter in the long run?  Not at all.  We are only a mere moment in time that will be erased through years of false memory and preservation of what are assumed facts that don’t have anything to back them.  We will be forgotten in the coming decades, but for a collection of everyone in a generalization of society.  A few will remain as the poster children of how we live now.  None will fully encompass the masses.  Only the few shall remain.

History is like that.  We remember Socrates, Plato, Octavian, Napoleon, Newton, Washington, and Dole.  Do we remember Achilles’s blacksmith?  Do we ever think of the mapmaker for the Nina, the Pinta, or the Santa Maria?  No.  We remember the people who were labelled as important. We remember those who took credit for the work that the smaller people did.

Some people work their asses off to get to a higher position in life.  Most people work their asses off to survive.  It’s those that survive who have a more fulfilling life.  What they earn, they cherish.  What they buy, they need.  What they have, they love.  What they lose, they grieve for.  Those with higher positions have power.  Power is nothing without feeling.  Feeling is the thing that is needed inside.  It fills the vacuous hole inside you.  A hole that can rarely be fully filled.  The vacuum is always wanting more.  If you feel, you can stop the vacuum.  You can send it away.  It will be unplugged.

Life is like a box of chocolates?  I say nay!  Life is what you make of it.  Life is your kitchen.  Life is the food you make for dinner.  Make it good.  Serve it well.  You will be all the better for it.

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