No more wishing in the well, no more living in the thoughts, what's left of me?
What's left is progress.
My mind is always asking, "Progress, to what end?"
And it answers itself before I could even use it to think of an answer. The answer however is not the most ideal way to think.
The mind imagines an outcome without flaws as perfection. No one is actively considering a mess up or a mishap in their beautifully well laid out plan or fantasized thoughts.
We're all thinking in the "perfection angle". Until it's perfect, we have to keep moving.
What's your definition of perfect? - I'll tell you mine.
If my brain and the brain of the observer thinks there's a better way, we still haven't reached perfection.
Based on my definition, is perfection a possibility?
Clearly there's no way that'll happen in my lifetime. We have over 8 billion people with different perspectives. Even if we share similar perspectives, we share it at different wavelengths and there are parts of our agreements that we will disagree.
We hit a wall, then we agree to disagree.
So why bother looking for what's perfect if we may never find it?
I ask you this, did mother nature, the universe and reality itself know what was perfect for life?
They obviously had a formula for life otherwise we wouldn't be here, but was it perfect? Is this the best we could have done?
I do sometimes sit down and think to myself, maybe there's another earth, in a distant galaxy that has found the cheat code to having life on a planet without the natural disasters.
The question is, why are we calling it natural disasters? Relativity, that's why.
It's a disaster for us, otherwise it's the earth's natural way and it's been like this millions of years before we came around.
The mosquitoe bites you, injects plasmodium into your blood, gives you malaria and thank God there's medication and remedies, because the next event was your death. And while you're being laid in state, the mosquitoe sees it as progress.
So was mother nature trying to be unfair to you or trying to be fair to the mosquitoe?
It's bad for the host, but seems like a positive advancement for the parasite. It's bad for the prey, but a filled belly for the predator.
That's an adage in Ghana. You might hate something to a point you would want to kill it but you may be killing the thing someone would kill for.
So, is there really an objective truth? There must be. But how objective, to what scale is that so called fact still even a thing?
We think we're falling, but because of the physicists, we know now that we're mass and we're being attracted to each other, and that's through the len of physics.
Perspectives might be our limitation. Does it mean we can't know the absolute truth? Perhaps not.
Perhaps we can use a tool that is not biased or based on our perspectives. Do you know what tool that is?
