Many people find it hard to accept the simple truth, that life, as a whole, can be summed up in a single word - survival. Programmed to think that life is bigger than just surviving—doing something grand, something extraordinary, something that leaves your mark on the world for the posterity to look at and be awed by - we tend to squander huge chunks of our lives trying to find a meaning, a cause, or an intricate and substantial reason for our existence. I have to ask you: why? Do we really need to justify our existence? We were born into this world, and so we exist. We're alive. This is the simple yet effective truth that most of us refuse to acknowledge
Is there really a need to try and complicate things any further? Is it not enough that we are haunted by the malformed children of our ancestors shortsightedness; civilization, religion, society, color, creed, caste, sexual preference, and every possible pitch that we can use to discriminate against our own kin? Ideas meant for the betterment of the world gone awfully wrong, and in more ways than just one. Ideas that were never a necessity to begin with. Ideas that were forged in the fires of meaningless speculation and shaped with the hammer of defiance.
We live on a planet that inhabits thousands upon thousands (if not millions) of varied species of living organisms. Every organism, in its own unique way, learns to adapt itself to its surroundings and builds a life around that which is already present. Did I say every organism? I meant every organism except for Homo sapiens. Yes, but that's something you already knew. Now, have you ever wondered why we chose to forcefully make nature adapt to our whims and wishes instead of accepting the world for what it is and building our lives around the same? If you have not, maybe it's time you did.
If you've already given this a thought then here's a question for you: Do the reasons, in any possible way, justify or placate the horrors that our defiance has unleashed upon our own kind as well as the rest of the world? Have we in any way managed to change the flow of life and death?
Yes, our lives have become easier. Yes, the technological advancements have helped us decrease the mortality rates and we manage to live a little longer, and that we can afford to pay for the medical expenses (the lion's share of the populace can't) . Yes, we live a more luxurious, comfortable and vain life. Yes, we've pushed a dozen species of organisms over the cliff of extinction and still furiously work at chucking others off that very cliff.
But apart from the tyranny, vanity, self-indulgence and negativity, what have we actually achieved that is noteworthy? Not noteworthy to a human, but to this world in its entirety. You know the answer to that just as well as I.
For all the luxuries, technology, power and influence in the world, we're still just as susceptible and fragile, if not more so, than the organisms we "coexist" with.
We are born—we fight to survive—we die.
Because when it's all said and done, everything that comes in between being born and dying is just meaningless speculation that amounts to nothing.
