We stumble through life, groping blindly for handholds, footholds, for a light to lead us to a happy ending. Staring blindly at our present, trying to learn from our past, and reaching towards the future. In dreams, we see ourselves flying, soaring above the world and our petty concerns, truly happy. To reach for the stars, to work with all your might towards something, to know you need it as surely as you need oxygen ... what is this yearning?
Is this our gift? Our curse? Do we, as a species, tap into some ideal that we can remake the world in our image, make reality conform to what we want it to be? Is this the nature of humanity?
Dreams. Imagination. Love. Desire. Pain. Growth. Reaching out with all your might.
The power to change things.
Humanity.
-David
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