You still cannot see it.
Being a thinking being... is a blessing difficult to grasp.
We are unique predators, and yet our greatest battle is not against others, but against ourselves.
Our reasoning is complex.
We think, we doubt, we fear... and yet we move forward.
We seek help because we understand that loneliness destroys us.
We love, because in doing so we find purpose.
And we are even capable of giving our lives for another.
We continue to fight for something that, at times, we cannot even name.
And curiously, that is what sets us apart: the ability to keep going even when we do not understand why.
Perhaps that is part of a plan.
Yes... isn't that so? Doesn't everyone fight until the end?
It is as if we were born with a single purpose:
'To be victorious.'
And a young being...?
When do they understand this?
Not at birth, nor as they grow.
Is it when something is missing? When they desire something?
So what do they do? They search for it.
