Life isn’t boring,
Repetition is life, and that’s what’s boring
We enter joyfully, cry, then laugh, cry again and feel loved,
then we encounter pain,
Pain, a longing of the hereafter, the one we left at birth.
The hereafter. Who even knows if it is or was great?
but we long for it.
Deeply within the base of our brain, we long for the past.
Cheated out of gods, we trudge aimlessly across the earth, Herman Hesse says.
But our duty is for the distance before us,
We lie to ourselves about new things unfolding,
It doesn’t feel like so, but we long for the future too.
Those who push forth, break new grounds,
It is not always grandiose, but pain opens new worlds.
New worlds, keep us alive.
The one who is ready to lose their lives, breaks new ground!