Observations on Life: Escape velocity
I've been finding it increasingly hard to write of late. I envision this as a collection of brief drabbles--because to write a little is better than to write nothing at all, right?
One of the things that has always piqued my curiosity is what motivates people to do what they do. Especially when they do something that is out of the ordinary, given their circumstances. I wonder, where did the first seed for this idea germinate from? By looking into people's lives and listening to their own and others' accounts of said lives, I see this to be one of the most common motivations: Escape. A powerful desire, nay, need, to get out of something. When people flounder, like sinking ships in a storm, there are two things that can happen. They can conclude that the storm is their destiny, and let it carry them away as jetsam, maybe making a little progress before they drown. On the other hand, there are those people who even when they lack oxygen, look for a way out. People who clutch onto a tiny piece of driftwood. And somehow, that tiny thing evolves into so much more. It gives them a taste of infinity, a feeling of worlds opening up. And that is the point of no return. These dreams are madness, just as they are life. They impart that critical velocity which will take you far beyond the realm of the ordinary, into glorious worlds that you never even dreamed of.
But this velocity is not for every human. It is a gift that is reserved for the truly desperate, those that long for it the way starved cells long for ATP.:)
One of the things that has always piqued my curiosity is what motivates people to do what they do. Especially when they do something that is out of the ordinary, given their circumstances. I wonder, where did the first seed for this idea germinate from? By looking into people's lives and listening to their own and others' accounts of said lives, I see this to be one of the most common motivations: Escape. A powerful desire, nay, need, to get out of something. When people flounder, like sinking ships in a storm, there are two things that can happen. They can conclude that the storm is their destiny, and let it carry them away as jetsam, maybe making a little progress before they drown. On the other hand, there are those people who even when they lack oxygen, look for a way out. People who clutch onto a tiny piece of driftwood. And somehow, that tiny thing evolves into so much more. It gives them a taste of infinity, a feeling of worlds opening up. And that is the point of no return. These dreams are madness, just as they are life. They impart that critical velocity which will take you far beyond the realm of the ordinary, into glorious worlds that you never even dreamed of.
But this velocity is not for every human. It is a gift that is reserved for the truly desperate, those that long for it the way starved cells long for ATP.:)
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