Whatever future, whatever past, each day brings us to the very last.
We see our life, but detest the idea of our death. We wait until the very moment, or near the moment, we’re going to die to make amends.
This ability is purely human.
Does a bird tell the bug sorry for eating it, no. Will the parent of a turtle long-buried in the beach, be sorry for leaving its children on the beach, possibly, but humans are the only creature that is truly sorry for things its done, but we don’t say sorry, and mean it, as much as we should.
Our lives are gasps of air in the middle of a cosmos of gasps. We see the stars overhead, but don’t think about the life we’re living, or how it affects the people around us, not to mention the environment.
Our gasps or air are stories in a cosmos of stories. Our lives, deaths and eventual rebirths, are nothing short of miraculous in a cosmos which pays no mind to person in Africa starving, or to the person in America who is doing the same thing.
The difference between the two is the ability to change the way things are.
We see the stories and the little gasps after they’ve happened, but the problem is, we never understand the reasons for our life, or for why we’re here.
We live in a life where the world changes faster than it has at any other point in history, but we never stop to look around, never think about doing things to help those around us, and oftentimes, we don’t think about those we hurt.
Our little gasps are just that, breaths of air escaping through tubes and chambers underneath our skin, but the act of breathing is something we don’t control, it occurs for us without thinking about it.
In a cosmos full of extraordinary things, we still don’t think about what each breath means or what each day is.
In our world, our life is lived day-to-day, but we don’t think about our life as what encompasses it.
Get through the gasps and stare into the cosmos and see your life for what it is, a gift from the creation of the universe.