7 - THE VERSE.

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Dear Reader,

Welcome home.

I wish you a magnificent day. Wherever you are, whatever you might or might not be doing, I believe that you will succeed. The only thing left now, before your success, is to join me.

I have a lot of things to say about the endless cycles of our lives, finally getting out of my shell and leaving myself to the wavy ocean of my mind.

Sometimes, we feel too small, tiny. The world seems so big, and so crowded. We feel like we don't have enough power to actually change or accomplish things, at a deeper level.

For a couple of months, we saw that we matter.

Each and every action we choose bringing to life, matters.

Sometimes, I can't decide whether it's miraculous or scary, living on a planet, there exists millions of people but still, my every action can reach them, and so as theirs to me.

I feel tiny and powerful, like Mario just caught the blue mushroom, started to jump higher than he did in his normal size. I feel tiny but with the ability to jump higher than before.

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Only trace of our passage, we want to leave a verse behind us. We always craved immortality, history shows the path taken to it was glory.

A few months ago, I realized something. I realized that most of the “history” is made of greed. Greed for more.

History is made of coincidental victories of greed.

When I make research, I somehow know that I'm seeing the people, who had the power to write it down with blood.

We don't know anything about what actually happened, and we will never be able to. We will only have the knowledge of what is written down, by the “strongest” people, as we call it now, “the first-hand source”.

We will never know what actually happened, keeping on making presumptions and acting like it's our own reality, pretending to be able to know something.

No, we don't know anything, and that “first-hand source”, left for us to find, by the conquerors.

Nobody dared to question;

where is the writer?

Anyway, it's not directly related to our current topic for today, but I felt like it was a righteous location for these sentences to breathe.

So, the verse.

Humanity

Seekers of immortality

How shall they leave something behind

For the next generations to find

What is written

Never gets lost

And what is found to be exhibited

To see the shadows they leave behind

With the price of their mortal kind

Ready from yesterday

Always holding onto their possibility of existence due tomorrow

Pledged to breathe in their verses out of curtsy

Yesterday, it was bridges and boreholes; now it's only verses written on the entrances of their constructions of generosity.

We are searching for ways to breathe tomorrow. Life is finite, we're seeking immortality.

Even if we couldn't, parts of us should survive, our verses speak on our behalf. What we are looking for is ways to be able to do that. We are aware that this will end, but our verses shall stay when we fade away, to remind the next generation; they were here.

What matters is transformation; from average humans to ancestors, leaving everything behind if possible.

Just something to remind them, a verse, about us.

Thank you for being home.

See you soon.