Humanity is a trait and virtue possessed by all, but it is rarely regarded as a skill. The organic cesspool that spawned us, mocks us silently each time it sees our sad struggles of existence without a fervor for our own beating heart. Father Time we believe ourselves to be, invariably trying to slow the hemorrhage of time from our draining clocks of life. In this process we lose our soul.
Humanity is the ability to thrive and know ones place in the universe, and not to attempt to work outside of this set position. It means to never become consumed in the senseless factors in life, and rely on all sensory inputs to exist. There is no plan etched in stone for any of us, we are our own god, and we control all things around us, that are in our control. The only hell that exists comes from inside ourselves, and it is not something we can be afraid of.
The moment a single unit of humanity decides to live a life based on fear instead of love, that is the last time they will ever be truly happy.
Play your own part, knowing that all of you undertake in life will affect someone else in someway that will effect someone else. And just sit back and enjoy the equation as it approaches infinity.
I exist with a passion for self and a passion for all. Perfection is my eyes is simply allowing the world to exist around me and to comprehend that I am a part of it. Feeling all the physical wonders of the world, and basking in the ethereal joy in the intangibles.
Sometimes I don’t feel , and that feels great.