You know, sometimes I get so tired of all the stuff we seem to fight about.
Well, I get tired of it; and sometimes, I also want to laugh hysterically at how ridiculous it all is. Religion, race, gender, diet, sexuality, and whatnot. I mean, really? It’s bad enough that the only way humans seem to feel superior and good about themselves is if they put someone else down. But, can you picture our known, proved, actual reality for just a minute? We are all — all 7 billion+ of us — living on a small rock that is spinning, minding its own business, in the middle of a vast abyss with other rocks.
All it would really take is for the Earth to hiccup, and we’d all be gone. Earthquakes, floods, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, hurricanes, etc. (Did I miss any? Well, anyway, you get the idea.) All it would take is a worldwide string of one or more of these. And that’s it. Capisce. The human race as we know it would be gone. Sure, some of us may survive. Or not. And it wouldn’t matter. Know why? ‘Cause the Earth is a rock that has been spinning in the middle of an abyss for centuries, and it’s going to continue spinning whether we’re here or not.
I mean, seriously, saving the planet? Are you kidding? Please. We’re saving ourselves. We’re just trying the make sure the rock we’re living on doesn’t crack or sink or erupt and get rid of us. ‘Cause, despite it all, we’re survivors, and deep at our core, we like living. And we’d like it very much if the planet continued housing us, thank you.
So really, we’re all just teeny weeny specks on another bigger speck in the universe. And we seem to think that all these labels, all these categories, all these dominance games (’cause, in essence, I think that’s what they are), all these fights and there-is-only-one-right-way attitude, will actually make a difference. It’s kind of hilarious that we seem to think we have any right at all to decide what is right for everyone else when we are all, ourselves, at the mercy of a silent, spinning rock.
Don’t get me wrong. That doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t hope and dream and strive for our goals and ambitions. Rather, the fact that anything can happen at any time and that we’re all just here, together, muddling along as best as we can, just makes these dreams and ambitions that much more important and worthwhile. But, do our dreams and ambitions have to be focussed on deciding how others live, what they want, and how they should be? Do they have to be focused on deciding who should be ostracized and limited and who should be accepted?
I mean, are we that bored?
Frankly speaking, I think that as long as someone’s decisions and actions don’t directly harm another or their freedom, then it should just be let it go. Let them go their way, and let us go ours, and you can go your way. It might not always be comfortable. It might not always feel right. But so what? We’re living on a small spinning rock in space. (And no, I cannot reiterate this enough.)
We have limited lives and, despite how advanced technology is today and how many “facts” we know, the truth is that we’re still discovering the world and everything about it. And, it’s kind of miraculous to be alive at all, don’t you think? All of us on a spinning blue ball in the middle of an abyss? With a multitude of other living species?
So are we really going to waste so much time telling other people how to live, how to be, and what to do? Are we really going to continue fighting about such things till the end of time?
Again: Are we humans really that bored?