And so, each new day begins, with the rising of an old sun. You raise a hand to shield raw eyes from the blazing rays cast upon your walls, dappling it with spectrums of gold and auburn. Dragging yourself out of the warm bed, you shuffle to the toilet and splash tap water over your exhausted face, the cold droplets waking up the dead mind within.
And this is how the day starts for most, no? Performing one's daily ablutions, be it before or after sunrise, before consuming one's breakfast and then rushing off to school or to work.
This is how humans live, every day, three hundred and sixty five days a year, for one's entire life.
And do we get bored of it? Oh yes. Though once in a while, one meets the occasional tall, dark and handsome man, our lives cannot be said to be intriguing.
But perhaps, that is our main purpose in life.
To live.
It doesn't matter where. To live in the decrepit grottos, to live in a fancy mansion. To live in Alaska, and to live in the Sahara. To live as a lonely hermit, to live with ten siblings and your extended family.
Survival is but the only motive on Man's mind. The flashy cars and manors are but just acquired tastes; whims. When it all boils down to death, the average man can be pushed beyond limitations and imagination: and for what? For survival.
For survival, one will kill its own kind. For survival, one may even consume its own kind. For survival, one may be ready to plunge the entire world into suffering, just to keep oneself alive.
Have you ever drowned ants?
To find the insects scrabbling on the tabletop, each and every ant itching for the piece of butter cake lying on the plate. To stealthily cup your fingers and fill them with a pool of water. To drip water droplets and create a liquid barrier around the ants, before they reached the cake. To watched the ants running back and forth, cornered and trapped by this barrier. To then fill the empty space within the barrier with water, in an attempt to drown the ants.
I've done it before. Actually, I've done it loads of times. Seeing a trail of bright red ants lined up on the table simply irks me (and it's not that I'm a sadist, not at all).
But the most amazing thing, is to see these ants fight for their lives. I see their rod-thin legs paddling fitfully in the water, I see them wriggling their bodies in an effort to swim to land. I even see some of them climb on top of each other, in order to reach the edge of the so-called barrier. And I come back five minutes later, to have dead bodies floating in the little pool on the kitchentop counter.
And so, I can only say that survival is the only thing upon the most selfish of all beings: Mankind.
But no, romantists will moan. Selfcentredness is all but the only thing upon Man's mind.
There is love. And love will overcome all obstacles.
And being a romantic myself, it is obvious enough that I agree.
To have love, is a gift upon Mankind. To have love is a blessing, far beyond more than we ever deserved. To have love, is the only way humans can ever redeem themselves.
I've seen men eat other men for food, yes. But I've also seen men throw themselves in danger's path in order to protect their loved ones. I've seen people give up their lives for the love of their country, for their country's freedom. I've seen fools throw themselves off cliffs for losing the ones whom they love.
Love, is the only thing that can overcome this - this overbearing sense to survive.
And in truth, love is the only thing we'll ever need.