a reckless existence

I trust, with determined certainty, a plan my soul had for this lifetime. 

and I'll vent, I might even vent extensively, but I can't bring myself to question the purpose for all of this pain anymore. 

for a time learning the history of human cruelty and it's cycled persistence and evolution today, I questioned the point of it all. I had been asked by a stranger, if I appreciated the adversity my ancestors endured so that my life  could exist. And I didn't hesitate in response, "no". 

What was the point of their survival, if our way of living has only evolved into an escalation of violent pursuits of value. 

because I could only focus on the larger scope of human existence. 

I didn't notice the small spaces and pockets of awakening happening. 

we are at a conjuncture of contradictions. Everything has repeated itself enough, to bring attention to the root of our problems. 

there is something inside of us existing in this world with such inferiority of the infinite that surrounds us and brought us into being. 

that inferiority has birthed the difference we seek out from one another, to demand our place in the infinite. 

Yet, the only real demand for space happens when we bind our stories together. When we tell the story of the human race, and our awakening into the collective and communal module of living. 

I pray I always know and feel the infinite within every moment of my existence.