The List

We all have those things we want to do before we die. The dreams to live, the lives to be fulfilled. Those loose ends made right. There's something we all aspire to do, or be. Some of us try harder than others, but there's nothing wrong with that. To simply try is a wondrous thing. To be able to say to yourself, I WILL, then do it. It's becoming a myth almost, to do what you say you will. In the highest forms of 'promises', we're let down, deceived, hopes shattered. Our governments, the higher powers, give us their word they'll do everything they can for certain things, once we give them the power, it's rare we see the fruition of this. I think this has diluted down into the very fabric of our society, the way things now 'work'. Lies become all we know, all we breathe, all we are.
 You can lie to someone's face, you can lie to a group of people, you can live to pretty much everything. The one that will hurt most, the one that will trip you up and maybe just tread on you a bit also, will be the lie(s) you tell yourself. It's one thing to deny your nature, but to willing, knowingly, shamelessly, deceive yourself. Well it's where the identity becomes blurred and the mind fractured.
 In a chaotic world, in troubling times, in daunting situations, we do what we can to make sense, to make do, to live and thrive. To do lists, bucket lists, even shopping lists. It seems, we all realize now, that our lives, even our species, will be a small speck on the story of time. A mild hiccup in the stretch of the universe. And somehow, someway, it's made us less appreciative. And I'm not sure why. We all know, maybe not fully, but somewhat, that our lives are short and the time we have to play with tiny. Yet we don't all push to do more, to get more done, to do better and good, to have fun and smile. Perhaps it's humanities need for some level of narcissism, that idea, that we are unique and important, perhaps it seems the world is just at a point where everyday we're put down, saddened and overwhelmed. Seems to be one good news story for every 50 bad and horrific ones. Our love of drama and terror besieging our reflection. We deny ourselves beauty, the ability to smile and laugh at yourself, that feeling of joy spreading through your body, tingling your limbs and tickling your fingers and toes.
 I don't think there's any denying that we are becoming bitter, becoming quite sour as a populous. We all apparently have so much anger to put somewhere, to do something with, and some of us are ready to dispel that so easily. It's that what's so frightening, so overwhelmingly shameful and eye opening about humanity. Give someone a gun and watch them fire at someone, give them some water and watch them horde it.
 We all forget, we all are loosing that ideal, the simple notion and thought, that, well, it's not exactly perfect, but it's what we have, it's what we get. As pessimistic as I, myself am. I do believe people can be so much more. However meaningless and purposeless life, and existence is... It can also be so much more. You want meaning? Give yourself one. You want a reason? Make one. You want purpose? Find one. Don't expect to lead a great life if you're not willing to go out there and MAKE it a great life. To simple try, to actually DO something to get closer to it. It's more than most people do.

The Opportunity

What, if you could, would you do, in order to live forever? What price would you pay and what hurt would you inflict?
What are the limits you would push and even transcend, just to survive?
What lies in the heart is dark and what the mind seems to block out is even darker. We all have the audacity and the ferociousness, you can deny you're animalistic and carnivorous nature all you like, but we, like all beings of this earth, are animals. You strip away the fabrications of society, of conformity and obedience and you are left with a harsher world than what you know. "Dog eat Dog" does not begin to cover the sheer horrors, I, you, and everyone out there is able to do. That some, do infact do. Some of these people us 'normal' fail to 'understand'.
You may think I'm talking only about the bad here but I'm not. "It's only after we've lost everything that we are free to do anything" Is this true? Surely, some of you, maybe even all of you, would be curious to find out what it is like to indeed be someone else. What many of us fail to realise is that we are infact ALSO that someone else. The eternal devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other, Ying & Yang, Good & Bad, The Hero & the Villain. It is the balance of this that can contribute to a whole human being. Most would think there is never an ALL bad, or an ALL good person out there, but what if there was. Does this need to deny this possibility reflect into our jealous envious nature and how we can never be happy with what we have and always want for more. Are we bred of consumerism, are we children of a never ending lust for more and more, whether that be knowledge, time, money, love.
 What is it we need though? What if anything is necessary?
Take for instance the Dropsophila Melanogaster, AKA, 'The common Fruit Fly'. At most, apparently, a lifespan of 30 days. Imagine if your life was that short, imagine what you'd do, and if you could infact do it, what would do your aims, your drive, your passion(s), what would be your rationale? Does order and integrity, morality and chance, happenstance and consequences become forgotten in the times of dire circumstance and situation? Or is even the threat of death no excuse? Is the fear of annihilation a reason to loose yourself? To loose what it is that makes you so... 'human'?
 I myself use death as a ploy to inter the morality of you, of your surroundings and your time. The looming of destruction brings out the worst in us, doesn't it? It is arguable that the same could be said for money, fame, sex, chance, opportunity. Look at X-factor and all the other shows of the like, if you added a fight to the death to the mix it'd most likely still get the masses queuing up for a chance to be on TV. It seems the fabled "15 Minutes of Fame" we were all apparently due in our lives has now become a Quest for even just 5 seconds.

 Can you tell me, or rather, can you tell yourself. That you wouldn't do something drastic for an apparent "once in a lifetime" chance/opportunity? Even if that something drastic was even a crime, a horror, an act of destruction? How far would you go for yourself?
Where would you draw the line?
That's the funny thing about lines, they're like marks in the sand, they'll either be blown away slowly or taken all at once by the waves.