we hurt our earth, yet we, too, will be calling it home someday.
we worry about what the person next to us says and thinks even though we will both become part of the earth we rumble on, along with the rest of our society, to become another layer in a rock formation that some scientist will dig up years from now as a study, if our beloved home still exists then.
we anxiously shuttle ourselves from one thing to the next, trying to get ahead of the game, trying to make a mark, yet fail to see the seasons changing, thunder crashing, mountains forming, creatures dying for eternity.
why do we feel that some things are more important than others? what is really important? is it freeing to know that no matter what we do, at the end of the day, we are truly all the same? the ecosystem we destroy for the sake of advancement, the forest we plow over for new farmland so that we can feed more people, but have to say goodbye to possible new discoveries yet untold, what are we truly trying to accomplish?
just thoughts that come about while thinking about why we do what we do, think what we think, as humans. we may sometimes think that we are the end all, the high and mighty, but we must not forget where we come from, that we are part of a larger source; that our lives are limitless and at the same time fragile. perhaps if we can live with the energies of the earth instead of trying to conquer it, the harmony we seek will come forth.