You are trying your best not to let your heart burst out loud in every direction. You wait for the call while someone else tries to find the right words to stop the tears. You question your sanity while trying to grasp why you feel so much. We take each other’s hands; we identify the real magic of each other’s eyes. We feel pain when that person is not around. We cry when overwhelmed with loss or euphoria.
We kiss in-between sheets. We make babies to carry our hopes and our memories forward. We can’t help rushing in like fools into the arms of the souls that help you make sense of life.
Good judgment or not, we can’t control attraction. Despite our life choices or inclinations to be a recluse or create our own massive clan; we are helpless in the face of attraction. We can’t control emotions and actions when the soul that fills our brain with chemicals of brightness come into our lives. Some fight it; some embrace it. Sometimes we go through a rollercoaster of feelings, sacrifices, regrets just to be with that one person no matter what. We fight for them to be in our life.
Though life goes deeper than this, I feel this is a colossal aspect of it. This is part of living, this is part of creating, this is about looking into our own future in whatever shape or form, and this is part of our fight to survive. How can we care for one another so much but fall short in matters of survival of the planet that our future may prevail? How can we let selfishness guide us when we were built for life?
We have forced the hands of nature to turn the Earth in a direction that we may not belong. Maybe nature is housekeeping for gentler tenants who can take care of all future species to come. I might be dabbling in the science fiction, but it’s clear we have made the climate unfavorable to us. Somewhere winters are getting unbearably cold, glaciers melt into rising seas, heat waves from hell make our skin burn, and we made the little fresh water we had too toxic for our kind of life.
I keep asking myself, ‘Is it too late?’ Until recently ‘maybe it’s not’ is the answer I gave myself. When I see that there are still passionate people fighting for Nature’s sanity, I tell myself - 'Maybe the time for a better future may have passed but there still time to salvage a future less bleak than what could eventuate.’
There is still a place to fight for. If you don’t care about anything else, at least do it for the affection that you may have felt for someone that this planet produced. If nothing else, do it for love.