chocolatebar
Paragon
- Jul 11, 2021
- 975
Some experiences are intrinsic to our very being. Maybe biologically, maybe culturally, but are important parts of our journey on this place, just like turtles seek the sea at the moment they are born. They're still too fragile, still confused by seeing an entire new world beyond their egg shells, still too tired from cracking it open. Yet, they instinctively follow the bright lights reflected on the sea's horizon, thirsty for something they don't even know how it feels, thirsty for the still warm seawater splashing all around them as they enter the unknown, thirsty for navigating through the sea, their new home.
The entire process has it burdens. It's hurtful, it's tiresome, it's too stressful and can be bad for some, but they fulfill their desires, they feel what it means to be a turtle, they experience what is there in life to be lived.
But some... will just be left behind at the beach, impeded from living as they want to. Maybe they didn't manage to break the eggshell, maybe they were born disabled, maybe they followed an artificial light instead of the bright horizon, or maybe they just got lost or unlucky. In the end, they will all suffer from the same fate: they will never feel what it's like to be at the sea, and die.
This is a cruel process, but in nature, no one cares, and as long as there are enough ones living to the ocean, the process will keep going, taking the adequate life experience of countless turtles as a mere "sub-product",
And the same happens to us. Lots of us in here are the ones left behind in life, the ones who grew seeing themselves diverge more and more than their peers, until a normal life was impossible. We're the ones who didn't grow to have their independence achieved, who never had some basic human needs, who never knew what it means to grow in a family, to change from a life stage to another, who never had their first experiences with most "milestone-experiences" of adulthood. We are the ones who never felt the sea enclosing us with its tender fury, who never swam through the long and fast sea currents.
Just like the turtles, no one cares about us. We will never experience anything something that fills the hole formed along the long years. As if not enough, the society we live in will look at us as inferior people, and no one will recognize us as we are. Nature will also take its heavy and cruel toll on us, without the slightest droplet of compassion, while everyone swims in the sea of life.
We are the ones left behind.
The entire process has it burdens. It's hurtful, it's tiresome, it's too stressful and can be bad for some, but they fulfill their desires, they feel what it means to be a turtle, they experience what is there in life to be lived.
But some... will just be left behind at the beach, impeded from living as they want to. Maybe they didn't manage to break the eggshell, maybe they were born disabled, maybe they followed an artificial light instead of the bright horizon, or maybe they just got lost or unlucky. In the end, they will all suffer from the same fate: they will never feel what it's like to be at the sea, and die.
This is a cruel process, but in nature, no one cares, and as long as there are enough ones living to the ocean, the process will keep going, taking the adequate life experience of countless turtles as a mere "sub-product",
And the same happens to us. Lots of us in here are the ones left behind in life, the ones who grew seeing themselves diverge more and more than their peers, until a normal life was impossible. We're the ones who didn't grow to have their independence achieved, who never had some basic human needs, who never knew what it means to grow in a family, to change from a life stage to another, who never had their first experiences with most "milestone-experiences" of adulthood. We are the ones who never felt the sea enclosing us with its tender fury, who never swam through the long and fast sea currents.
Just like the turtles, no one cares about us. We will never experience anything something that fills the hole formed along the long years. As if not enough, the society we live in will look at us as inferior people, and no one will recognize us as we are. Nature will also take its heavy and cruel toll on us, without the slightest droplet of compassion, while everyone swims in the sea of life.
We are the ones left behind.
