Birth Of Aspiration
Note: If want to listen to the feels(music, actually) through which I wrote this, you can play the music above while reading
Relating to my last post(https://steemit.com/life/@aryanareede/death-of-aspiration), I want to let everyone know that for the knotted rules of the world or at least, the universe, you don't have to lose the dreams you have, the passionate life that you want to take the load of and the child of your thoughts that you want to bear.
Every single being you look out on the world, every single person who falls in your sight has a desire to contribute something to this mega structure of more than 4 billion years old. And they somehow has to, whether big or small, whether bad or good, whether known or unknown. It's not like that we fell on Earth from nowhere to just crawl, walk, run and die. We are composed of the universe itself and it's that we are all together as one.
Now honestly…
Divine By Kaiser Mony
Sometimes you just sit, not wanting to think about anything that existed, exists or ever will exist. You suddenly become impervious due to your oblivion; questioning whether you know that smiles and tears sometimes get to have equal meanings. Now there are questions which relate to existential crisis due to what your mind goes through because of the silence you commanded your mind to posses. You fall into a void of unimaginable thoughts, your unraveled mind gets to understand unique dimensions of truth through other people and unearthly thoughts. Your feelings ache with the knowing that your existence as a conscious being is limited for a smaller than a bit of time and it's salient to say, how rare it is that our existence is possible when there are variations of ways we could be vanished out in less than a nanosecond.
Maybe our foots are limited to the ground but our thoughts are only limited to where we think they are. You float on undying curiosity and sometimes, your feelings cannot be brought down to mere words. Madness is what you inhale at such moments, exhaling the curious exhaustion. And the cure for this randomly moving particles of eagerness inside you, is to spit them into reality.
Know that you were governed for such a Golden Age of time, in a war of innovations despite the obstacles and along with the minds with overflowing curiosity. Been starving since the birth of humanity, we pretty much became in between civilized and uncivilized zombies trying to sip the truth from the oceans that our boats are floating on. You are surely hidden among the global troop but surely not to a bit insignificant.
The end is yet too far to be jaded as the strength is real good for everything and it is further absurd to give up on yourself just yet. It's ever gonna be until our bodies get forsaken in our fervors. Death isn't a favor to such a beautiful and silent war but the hedonism you play through is the catalyst to your strength. Living to such an extent can probably be never defined by earthly minds. The only thing to remind yourself is of humbleness within an epic war.