All events that took place from the minute I was born were leading up to this very moment, and the irony is both fascinating and almost funny.
My crawls turned to walks, as I learnt the emotions which triggered laughter and cry, kindergarten propelled me through the channels of institutional education, during which time I hit the crossroads of love and sex.
Internships prepared me for the working world of income earners, where I realized the existence of greed, backstabbing and soul-selling.
Religions breathed but the many varieties made it conflicting, complicated and confusing.
And by the time I had independence to be on my own, I was already aware that the human world consisted of an approximate seven billion rotating souls, a biological production line of seven billion people, where every given birth was hope to create at least one other human; my parents had done their part, by giving birth to me.
The primary goal was to accomplished four worldly achievements, in order to feel or be considered successful or in other words, done your part; job, marriage, children and a home were the check-boxes.
This goal was set by no one other than humans, around the time when civilized societies were being formed, and whichever humans did not tick these boxes were considered to be underachievers, losers or simply uncivilized, which is again determined by us humans as negative.
But before this, Food and Shelter were deemed highest in priorities.
Love was interesting, it offered the application of another person’s value to us, where we are acknowledged and adored, feeling special, important and wanted, but Love is shadowed by a bitter-sweet notion and runs slyly alongside hate, its ultimate rival, and although only a small compared percentage ever made the full flip, most have been affected by hate’s piercing stinging rays, resulting into heartbreaks, pain and suffering; the discovered truth is that love should be handled with care or be feared.
Sex could be described as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but much better.
I say a peanut butter and jelly sandwich because with the sandwich, the jelly is only there to trick our taste-buds as the nutritious, but bland, peanut butter discreetly slides by.
Sex is the key to human reproduction, in which case the ‘reproduction’ mirrors the peanut butter’s purpose, in the sandwich, and the sweet taste and feeling that we experience during sex, mirrors the jelly’s sweetness, in the sandwich; the reason why having it once is never enough.
For a long time, I chased the dollar like I was taught, but after a while I realized that stacking the dollar was an illusion, no different than chasing one’s own shadow; how can I not catch it, when its right in front of me?
The simple answer is knowing that it is just not possible.
Greed corrupts the soul, making it unworthy to even be considered for recycling, while backstabbing energizes hate and soul-selling is suicidal; activities of having a wealthy ambition.
A very small percentage of humans are truly unemployed; truth is, we are all workers, it is in our nature to create one goal or complexity after another; therefore, we are always doing something, always busy. But if our work, despite its purpose of good to mankind does not have a financial return, those activities are considered worthless and so is the person behind it. (Legacies have no worth without death.)
All religions believe in gods and most mutually agree on the idea of peace, but differs on a vast scale about other views, and for this reason I live my life with exercises of my own beliefs, which may or may not mirror some religions.
My independence led to quite a few relationships and although I parented several children, the only two who actually came from my loin, never felt my care.
I have had several jobs and collected several pay-checks, but something about doing the same thing for too long didn’t feel right to me, so I changed jobs a lot. I entered into marriage too, which is nothing more than a committed relationship, only with legal documents; some last, most don’t, like any other relationship.
Homes, I have made several, but like jobs, I did not like the idea of living any one place too long, so I moved home a lot.
So many events, I could write a few books about all the people, the places and my activities. Still, here I am, among some seven billion people but still alone.
Checked the boxes, a few time too.
Fell in and out of love.
Had sex until I lost the drive.
Chase the dollar until I retired.
Avoided greed, backstabbing and soul-selling.
Believe in a God and lived peacefully.
Despite our pace and steering, alone is our final destination.