Why do we deny ourselves earthly pleasures? Is it for the false sense of security, or for fear of the magnetism that earthly pleasures possess? Is it for the cold comfort of predictability, or for the uncertainty of passion and delicious expectation?
What moves us from one moment in time to another – habit or propulsion? Are we on a path which pulls us along, or do we carve our own path out of the putty that is The Human Existence?
When we hope, and dream, do we see in those hopes and dreams our own future before us, or do we see someone else’s memory – just beyond our reach – and at the edge of our consciousness?
If we have arms full of eggs, do we carefully and methodically select into which basket to place them, or is there just the one basket – our basket – to which all our eggs belong? In times of failure, or triumph, do we give credit to the eggs and supposed baskets, or do we collectively agree that nothing is certain, except that we (maybe) have eggs and a basket?
Without any answers to speak of, do we flail and flounder through our narratives, or do we stand united and unafraid of whatever happens next? Do we so quickly forget our own strength that pain is a foregone conclusion, or do we see the beauty in the things around us?
When we love, do we do so unapologetically, or do we love quietly and shamefully in a room in the dark? Do we give our whole hearts, or give only the parts of the heart that are well-guarded against the things we can’t control? Do we succumb to our passions and let it fill our souls, or do we temper that passion with logic and rigid self-control?
If there were ever to be a rule book – a survivor’s guide for The Human Existence, so to speak – would it advise us to tread lightly and carefully, as if a member of a delicate glass menagerie, or would it advise us to crash our way through, devouring every waking moment and bathing in the sublime experiences?
If we are to be the music-makers and the dreamers of dreams, then let us create the sweetest of lullabies for the world’s children and the most extravagant dreams to mirror the bravery in us all.