posted on Oct, 3 2008 @ 05:38 PM
This treatise is my personal opinion on survival and what it means to the human race as a whole. I will go into a bit of my personal history with
survival and then conclude with an essay on the subject . All comments are welcome and I look forward to a civilized discussion.
For many people survival conjures up an image of disaster and violence. A mad max like world in which you compete for shelter, water and food. Stress
and fear are your close comrades and death is never far away. While this may prove to be a correct telling of the future, I wish to speak of survival
at its core. What is the root of this feeling, this response, this state of being? And is this condition and mind set crucial to mankind as we
progress or is it a deterrent to our advancement as a species.
As a young child and teenager I gravitated toward acts of bravery in the wild as a means to validate my manhood. Days of fasting in the desert, four
hour hikes barefoot thru cactus fields and other general stupidity was my lashing out at responsibility. Months of searching out ways to survive
disaster and planetary annihilation were my obsessions. Thinking of all the ways this world could end were my daily thoughts. "We must return to the
earth or we all will perish!" was my usual rant. An apocalyptic future was my wish and a return to a more primitive life was a dream for me. What was
I searching for? Would I ever find it? I can thank the people close to me for snapping me out of all of that. For giving me what I craved the most,
human intervention and the human connection. The intensity of another human being telling you that you are way off is vital. The act of you letting
them in is even more so vital.
Which leads me to the core of this treatise. The ultimate survival is not being in survival.
The human being is the most powerful being in the universe. We are still here after who knows how many disasters. People say that is because of our
will to live and I agree. But not because somehow we survived better or knew more. It is because the human being at its core wants a better life. A
more civilized life. Out of the jungle and in to a more respectful and caring way for the body. Not to struggle for existence but shine in our power.
We have powers that have not even been tapped into but it won't come from you having the most whole wheat stored away.
The wilderness cares nothing for the sacredness of the human form. Out there you are just another creature. Hoping to survive. We can not want a
return to any way of life that has been in the past. How dare we want this! What then was the purpose for all the advancements we have made? What is
the purpose of anything if just to sulk away when the going gets tough. To retreat in the eye of your own adversity is to commit suicide. Who am I or
who are you to stop the advancement of the human race as a whole. To return to huts and foraging. We must step out of this survivalist mentality to
embrace our own future. The loner never gets the input he needs.
Vulnerability. Deep down this is man's insecurity. This is the root cause to survival. The fear of the unknown. Not being in control. When you are no
longer trying to hide your vulnerability and you say I will confront what I must confront. That I will walk with my people and we shall overcome any
adversity. That is to step out of survival. That is to say I am a human being and I won't be subject to anything. I mean something in this world.
Damn it, I'm here for a purpose. I'm not some number. Things don't just happen to me. I'm here to make your life better. I'm anointed.I walk with
purpose. I won't die. My inner core, my body, my spirit won't allow such a thing. The power of the universe is inside of me. Billions of people
won't die because those billions of people have a say.
I refuse to believe that that means nothing. That we mean nothing. When you mean something, you STEP OUT OF SURVIVAL.