At times, one is compelled to think about us. Humans, as a race. I am no exception to this fad. There was Darwin who proposed the theory of survival of the fittest, and then there are the present day management gurus (?) who move cheese and make us believe that we can win by following a particular regimen. Does it work? Maybe. Works for whom? Don't know.
In my humble opinion, humans are a set of pending experiments in a laboratory.
We were brought out, nay synthesized, for the purpose of study and analysis but somewhere down the line, the worker gave up his job. We were put into the reactor, mixed with the necessary components and left to amalgamate, disintegrate and process. With time, after all the tests and examinations, we were left unattended for the purpose of obtaining results.
And it still happens today.
We face challenges, are confronted by barriers and forced to work against our will. Yet, no one sees the problems we face, the loss we encounter and the pain that we go through. We are all in this test setup, hoping that one day, the results are read and we are put to our rightful place.
We are the lukewarm cup of hot chocolate on a freezing winter night.
Left to stand alone, to be consumed when it's just the right time. Only they forgot, we moved past our perfect moment and now we provide little comfort.
We are the tenuous rays of the setting sun.
Not valued for the light we spread because we are weak, but remembered for the hope we instill before the dark night engulfs the world.
We, humans, are still learning to find our voice- muffled, and oft unheard.
“Centuries ago, sailors on long voyages used to leave a pair of pigs on every deserted island. Or they'd leave a pair of goats. Either way, on any future visit, the island would be a source of meat. These islands, they were pristine. These were home to breeds of birds with no natural predators. Breeds of birds that lived nowhere else on earth. The plants there, without enemies they evolved without thorns or poisons. Without predators and enemies, these islands, they were paradise. The sailors, the next time they visited these islands, the only things still there would be herds of goats or pigs. .... Does this remind you of anything? Maybe the ol' Adam and Eve story? .... You ever wonder when God's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?
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