We face a crossroads in life, it is what is it we're going to be like. This happens almost everyday, but we can picture it like a timeline of life. Specifically we can hone in on the period of puberty as a time we were uncertain with ourselves and our goals. It was a time in which we doubted things that were told to us, it was when we didn't have a framework in place of what we called reality.
The issue is that this problem didn't magically go away. It only feels as though it did, because we gained more information. We wanted to be seen as smart in our eyes, we wanted answers. It is far from the full picture, though, this is just the surface of the surface of the surface of the insurmountable amount of data and knowledge we could possibly possess.
Yet, when we are challenged, our minds will not form to append this new idea of what we've just learned, it will instead fight it off until we have no choice but to accept it. This happens in war, this happens in the mind, this happens in social situations, this happens because we are afraid of the outcome of being wrong.
Being wrong, though, is not only the most empowering statement you can make to yourself, it is the only statement you will most likely make to yourself that you will be right about.
Hate and anger, and the passion of our minds will always force us to look at life in a new light. It will force us to punch the sun when it is in our faces, it will force us to carry the world on our backs as though it were our baby.
For we are not souls living on an ever changing, ever destructing, and completely formulated world in our eyes, but the world is our ego. The world will be formulated by our brains, and it will begin to look like our thoughts.
Terraforming the world is dangerous though, it leaves the weak willed in the dust, and it makes the strong willed go crazy. Terraforming the world is just so we can make our crazed visions become reality, because we would not accept it otherwise.
This, my friends, is the apex of dogma we tell ourselves. That we will not submit to the calamity that is life, that we will reduce it to our needs. But life will not listen. It has forces greater than what ours are, and if we are not to accept it, the strength we use against it will crush our souls and leave us lifeless.
Our power will be limited, and our minds will be shattered. We will be in shock of the awe.
The fact of the matter is, though, what is the reason in not trying? Not trying will make us float in the abyss, away from all dangers, it will keep us safe. But it will also make us fat and weak, and it will kill us quicker than literally recreating the world.
Our egos must be telling us something. They must be telling us that if we want to keep things the way they are, we must destroy ourselves. But our primal urges are telling us otherwise, that this is not an acceptable outcome.
Which pill will you swallow?