A bottle. A mere plastic bottle. Just sitting there, motionless, on the table. Only observable motion takes place within the bottle itself. Sparkling bubbles within it attempting to escape it’s plastic containment. Will they succeed, Perhaps they will be capable of escaping their plastic containment, perhaps not. In the end, does it really matter?
Even if they manage to make their way past the sealed lid, within seconds they simply dissipate, vanish. They become…well nothing. A marvelous metaphor for human life. We try to escape our mundane lives, to be something special, different, unique. These hapless attempts often times fail, however. And even if they do, this memory usually survives within people only for decades, at best.
Thus, these people become just another corpses,cadavers,skeletons nothing but food for annelids. We hopelessly attempt to extend our meaningless lives, but for what purpose? To crack the question of mortality? Have more time to wonder about the true purpose of live?
We’ve been colosally failing in these tasks since the times of the ancients.
Instead of selfish attempts to become immortal Bram Stoker’s Draculas and contemplate about why we live, we should instead liv.
We have but one life, a temporary life. Let’s stop focusing on making it eternal and simply make the best of the time we have!
Branislav Brúder 