The Lie about Survival
That’s not living
They told us many things. One of them was that life was about surviving.
And it was, gazillion years ago when we lived in caves and faced daily challenges to get food or “be food”.
But then…we got nice houses, locks, supermarkets and smartphones. Now there is no tiger wanting as for breakfast but instead, Kellogg's shareholders craving more money that they will ever spend in a lifetime and wanting our attention and unawareness so they can sell more of their sugary non-food shit.
Keep your head down. Be productive. Pay your bills. Buy Cereal. Don't get hurt. Die quietly.
“Obey or burn in Hell” - religion survival
“Stay in your class, or you won’t eat” - economic survival
“Don’t rebel or we’ll exile/kill/starve you” - social and physical survival.
In other words, it is all about control and leveraging survival fear as a weapon to maintain their power.
You’re only safe if you play by THEIR rules.
So what is the purpose of life then?
Look at bacteria, they survive. Stones survive. Mountains outlive us by millions of years. If life was about lasting, we wouldn't have evolved toward feeling. Toward poetry. Toward heartbreak.
At this point in my life, I don’t believe the soul came here to survive. I think it came here to burn. To ache. To enjoy. To become.
Real life doesn’t come from playing it safe. It comes from stepping off the edge. From creating beauty in the middle of chaos. From letting yourself be wrecked by love and rebuilt by truth.
Survival is mechanical. But we’re not machines. We are music. Movement. Sensuality. Spirit. So no, I’m not here to survive. I’m here to awaken. To shed. To soften. To fuck and cry and dance and forgive.
To live like my soul actually chose to come here. And I hope you are too.
