Even the briefest examination of our lives reveals one BIG element we all share. Every one of us, at this very minute, is speeding through an unimaginably violent universe on a spinning rock.
Yes, it’s true. We are all travelers.
Something the majority of us have forgotten, overlooked, or simply chosen to pretend isn’t true.
When our first son Wyatt was around eight… or ten, I can’t really remember, in a moment of what he would tell you was parentally caused exasperation, he used the… “I didn’t ask for this life. You’re the one who brought me here…” line.
Plan A in the attempt to escape from personal responsibility.
“Oh no.” I told him, “you don’t get out of this so easily. You were the sparkle in my eye when I was chasing your mom around the bed… or maybe it was the kitchen counter. I forget.”
If you can’t accept the responsibility for being in this world you’re a victim from the start.
Which means you… me… everyone, chose this life on this spinning blue dot.
And I imagine when you chose this life you had a choice between other lives and places. C’mon, you don’t honestly think in this enormous universe, or multi-verse, or simulation, or whatever the fuck it is, only one planet grew life… do you? And likely one of your choices was a more stable home base. Maybe even a solid mass somewhere that isn’t twisting through space.
Instead you chose to be perched on shifting slabs of land, tumbling through space, peering out into the darkness… trying to make sense of it all… and find anything that may bring an untimely end to your ride.
Imagine it, every one of our lives began with the same choice… to be a traveler on a spinning rock.
From the beginning we’ve all been so similarly minded.
It’s not exactly the prevailing narrative, is it?