Argenti

I wonder sometimes, when it's late and I stand at the window watching the deer; have we lost something? By that I mean have we, humanity, in our incessant ambition and rampant hubris, lost our meaning?

We've cut ourselves off from the rhythms of the world, from the natural cycles of life and death. The life we all live now is unnatural, it's obvious to everyone. It's way more comfortable than whatever else we could be doing of course, but comfort isn't something we need to live. 

I'm envious, almost, of those late night deer in the snow, watching the forests with quiet eyes and quiet minds. They're not concerned with the world in a year; they're worried about now, and here. Humans are animals like any other, and our success and comfort have lead to a life where we have other things to worry about than what's in front of us. We're not made for that, and it harms us.

I guess it all goes back to the question no one can really answer; What's The Meaning Of Life? There's a thousand and one answers of course, you can ask anyone and they'll have their own answer. But I think our lack of a unified goal is what lead to our current sorry state as a species. We lost our meaning, in an effort to find a new one we've further debased and damaged our bodies and minds, twisting us and plunging our hearts into turmoil.

The deer isn't concerned with right and wrong. But we are. We don't suffer physically, so instead we suffer mentally. We have the capacity to reason, which lead to our success, which in turn leads to the downfall of ourselves at our own hands. We're so starved of meaning, of sensation, of cold and hot, and pain, we torture ourselves with our own imaginations.

The price we pay for sentience, I suppose.