STV - Write On Mars

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I was planning to have a nice quiet Sunday for change.
I had this plan to, for the first time in months, not write anything.
And as you are reading this you know I epicly failed.
So whywhy is that?

I am not in it for the money I am in it for the tech.
I call BS on that sentence if we are talking crypto, but it feels more and more real when it comes to HIVE.

I mean just look at the money, or lack of it. 90% of my portfolio is up at least 50% not HIVE. So why am I still writing?

In it for the writing

I don´t know myself why I am still writing, it´s an urge.
An urge I can´t seem to stop.
Like this morning, I was flipping through some communities and I saw this post:

The conditions of Mars for life by @jorgebgt

And yes you got it I had David whispering in my ear right away.

And after listening to David I was like okay let´s write a nice weird #spreadthevibes post. And then my better half was like nope, you are not gonna write today you are here to chill.

Needless to say, my better half lost the battle, but it´s kinda the same with life on Mars.

Or leaving this planet. It is something we just have to do. It makes no sense any many hours, lives, and millions were spent on making it happen.

Now I only have one life to spend, but I do spend countless hours on achieving something that does not make sense.

Life on Mars Does Not Make Sense?

Well from a humanoid perspective, it does not, Mars has very little to offer to the human species. Even if we ruin this planet we might be better off dead than living on a Mars-like planet.

Why is that?
Because Mars does not hold those things that make life worth living. Nature is kinda dusty, and except for the occasional Marsian animals are non-existent, we would need to build all the infrastructure, bring our families over, and for what?

Which again feels like my writing, for what? I mean yes a few people enjoy it, which is the biggest compliment I can get. But I don't think anyone has yet even tried to read the 118 chapters of my latest story.

So why do I keep writing them, isn´t it as useless a thinking or building a life on Mars? A life that you can hardly share? And still, people spend billions on projects that might make life on Mars possible.

Don´t ask me why, I think it´s fear of dying. Fear of becoming extinct drives us to do ludicrous things.

Does that apply to me as well?

So if I am not writing for fame and fortune, why do I enjoy wasting so many hours hitting the keyboard in order to create my order in this chaos we call life?

It might be out of fear of dying, maybe I feel like leaving something that someone might find and find useful once I am gone.

Is that all?

I don´t think so. I believe there is a little bit more to it than that. I think I am driven, or told to write certain stories. Not all of them of course, some I just write because I enjoy the trip.

But some are written because I am sent to leave breadcrumbs. I am made to leave a trail on which others might build one day.

Just like having a colony on Mars, if ever achieved it will be due to building on lifetimes of work and inspiration left to us by people who are no longer here.

I mean just to give you a clue.
My current story is set around 800 AD in Asia.

Beyond Doubt: Whispers of the Unseen - Chapter 1

I am the protagonist, or at least me in that lifetime. And over time that me is going to learn that he needs to leave me, as in I, as in the dude typing this stuff on a lazy Sunday morning, a message.

Maybe a bit more than a single message, he (the me in 800AD) needs to inspire himself 1300 years later to create a place that would protect a certain way of living, a place that would harness a certain wisdom, and allow others to be touched and spread that wisdom.

The reason it needs to come from him, to his future him (me in this case) is because he knows or is told that I would not believe it if it came from anyone else.

I just don´t trust people, so anyone else than me telling me this I would have thought to be of his or her rockers.

The funniest thing is that I know sound to you as if I am totally bonkers, and that is perfectly fine. That proves that my historical me was right all along.

Feel free to call me crazy

I don't mind at all that people think I am crazy, smoked one too many, or hit my head just a bit too hard. I would if you told me that you were planning to live on Mars.
But to some it´s a conviction, they are driven and certain that it´s where they need to go.

Just like I am driven to write my stories, and enjoy these weird Sunday morning write-ups contemplating my meaning in life. Reminiscing why I have this urge to write.

So yeah it again was impossible, my fingers were itching and the keyboard was right in front of me.

My brain took me for a spin thinking about Bowie, which is truly one of the GOAT in my opinion. Then it boldly went where no brain has gone before, from Mars to Vietnam 800 AD, and coming back to my little balcony in the South of Spain.