All of us are waiting for our moment of pure, blinding clarity. It will be like witnessing our very own creation; looking at the disconnected debris of our life move in harmony towards a single point. Each of us wants to be an end-product of chaos, like the Universe, because at the end of chaos comes perfection, and the destruction of disorder.
We want to be part of a destiny. We want to be part of great things. Who wants to be ‘just born’? You and I, why just swim around in the ether when there are bigger plans to be made?
Isn’t that what we all long for, really? That pinprick light of an epiphany that tells you, “You are here for a reason. You are breathing, living, drinking and laughing because of a reason?” Because, everywhere we look, all we see are other people just like us, doing mostly the same things. Then we wonder, ” Am I here just because some space needed filling?”
Are we just the um, yeah and like in Nature’s speech?