Life Rant

What we really want as humans is to have some sort of idea that we know what we're doing, some ounce of direction towards some goal for some reason for the time being.  The thought of this ever expanding universe cradling our little itty bitty world in a swirling mess of asteroids and molten cold space-matter is just too much for our little brains to handle.  It's just down right overwhelming.  Once we start to fathom how expansive this life is with all it's undulating microcosms and multitudes of inner realms we end up where we started, blank and clueless in the same dark boat as everything else.
 
  So... we invent things. We invent stuff to wonderfully distract us from actually realizing this horrific reality that we have no clue what the fuck is happening.  And maybe we (as in the ancient cultures of this planet) once knew at some point; a long time ago, when there wasn't any separation between our rough skin and the forest air, our weathered feet and the moist dirt, or the fading heart beat of a deer with an arrow in its chest recently flung from the adrenalin fueled heart beat of our own.  Maybe those old humans did know the deeper reasons of our short time on this aquatic sphere, but alas those ones are dead now.  The electronic age of TVs, phones, Facebook gossip, drunken tweets, cement square homes, and excessively fast cars has blurred our awareness of such subtle truths now lost and choked out by pollution and Budwisers.
 
     There is something to be said in technology, in advancements of the mind and what these bodies can do, it has healed many humans that would have perished in the olden days, but then on the same edge of the same coin there is a huge subconscious obsession with distraction that has exponentially accelerated in the past few hundred years.  Just walk into any coffee shop, down any street, go into any bar and notice what people are doing.  Count the amount of people just sitting by themselves, just sitting quietly, doing nothing, just contently  being with themselves.  There probably ain't none!  We are distracted with everything, our little gadgets farting on us with instantaneous gratification about some other numbing distraction somewhere else.  So what emerges through that psychic fog, from under the flashy plastic carpet of technology, is a real yearning to know something deeper, something more worthy than who's twerking more seductively.
 
     We all feel it, most tend to ignore it, but some can't hide from it, knowing there is no place to run to, no place to escape from this burning desire to feel real purpose and reason for breathing.  Maybe we'll never know, maybe it's too late, could have missed the bus long time ago, could be long lost in transcendental translation.  Who knows why or how we ended up this way, here, with no clue as to what to do with this miracle gracefully placed on our lap.
 
But the fact is I've noticed that some of us are horribly unhappy and some of us are extremely joyful.  But why, why is there this heaven and hell living side by side within the same species?  And the only thing I have come to understand is that it comes down to having a Soulful Purpose, a path, a direction, to follow our primordial instinct of belonging, to give back some positive part of ourselves, back to the greater amoeba of Life.