Ink SpillTo be or not to be that is the question.
People in this world have not thought, have not thought hard enough.
They live in blindness, leaving the wind and rivers of life to take them along.
They believe what they were taught, they inherit thoughts, not daring to make thoughts of their own.
Life is calling, in every leaf, every rock, every cloud, the sun, the moon, your hands, in your sleep, in your waking, in death, it is always calling.
But not all answer its calls.
How can a person live their entire life without wanting to look up and see what this world is made of.
We were taught that our goal is create abundance, to collect as much as you can, to climb the ladder to the top even if your fingers are bleeding and your leg is about to crack, we must seek the top, and if we see no place higher to go we must make sure that we remain there, we must cut the ladder, no one shall go higher than I can. My decedents will rule the top of the ladder until the day of judgement.
But the air is thinner up there, your body decays, you try to cut the bottom ladder hoping no one climbs to the top until eventually you rot.
Then people leverage your dead skin-cracked infested corpse to go a step higher than the ladder.
Eventually you turn to dirt and dust, some remaining on the ladder, and some dropping down to the mud.
What a wretched way to live.
The ladder is a goal we made up, we made it up to keep us busy from ever questioning our existence.
We are afraid to ask because when we ask we become someone else, we will lose ourselves. but we want to hold on, hold on to what’s comfortable.
Because once you ask, you’ll be an outsider, society will question you, your family will question you, you will question you. you will not belong, and we are creatures that long to be belonged.
It’s easier to live an accepted lie than to live a feared and an out casted truth.