So close,
yet separated by the endless plain artificial
our minds create an expanse between the paradises of our imagination and the struggles of reality.

It is a mental prison that we fabricate to avoid risk,
but in doing so we avoid the reward that comes along-
for even a failed endeavor is a success in that it was an endeavor at all.

Why do we never take exceptional leaps,
even when they are from a sinking ship?

Why do we cling to the submerging lifeboat
rather than test the waters, and test our own true capabilities?

Change is such a menacing figment that we impose upon the natural transience of the world.
The only time change is made is to protect the status quo.

Because we are human.

Because walking into a dark cave, just to explore the wonders within,
is not something that is in our nature.

I dare to wonder

what are in the concealed depths of the world-
I know beyond the surface wonders exist far more mystical than those I place at the end of my unreachable expanse.

But I can’t take the plunge alone-
thinking about the strangling darkness clouds thoughts of the hidden light.
My nature gets the better of me as well.

But still I dare to dream,
and hope one day I can surpass this,
confront this,
and become a truly transcending mind
past the mundane into the uncomfortable place where humans dare not go-

because it is new, and scary,
and doesn’t fit with our delusional fantasies that our suffering,
our endless strides to an unreachable goal, are noble.

We are destined to suffer as a general population because we put our goal before us,
and convince ourselves we can’t move towards it.

But some will do the unthinkable and march to society’s vision of ridiculous endeavors,
and once in a while, someone achieves the goal-
the goal to go for your goal,

whether you taste the fruits of your labor or are left a tragic failure.
At least tragedy is cathartic,
at least it means you tried to thwart your nature.

Maybe living a double nature of hope and tendency is impossible, and maybe it destines me to fail.

But if I do, it’s not I that is the loose part in the machine of society.


Maybe it means I was the only one that was truly free from it.