Life is a potential

Trees are the miracles which teach us about life.

I have seen seeds harboring life. They are just a potential waiting to be bloomed. If the soil is moist and the temperature is optimal, a seed will shoot a root and a stem from which early leaves develop. It looks like a miracle. I wonder why at all. These molecules which grows into a form of a tree could just stay as it is from its basic form. But just like a wave of the sea, they move in seasons. What about animals. Aren't animals a potential too?

A twisted, leafless tree stands against a bright blue sky with scattered clouds, set in a natural, earthy landscape. — Tree.

Life:

Is a potential, to be good or bad

Equally, like a coin

Randomly tossed

I've long lost the faith of forever saints and demons

As I have seen enough shit

Circulating YouTube

So I Believe neither, rather watch the game all night

Till they kill each other

Like in a court case.

Rowing boats in the cold

Through the mist, I see the Gregory Lake. In the middle of the mountain valley, it has attracted thousands of souls, in search of happiness. I see them riding boats, in the cold afternoon, shaking all over. But they seem happy. I see boats, hundreds of them, occasionally someone drives so fast overtaking them. It seems they are happier than those slow movers. It brings me back to my memory 15 years ago, when I rowed a boat, on the same lake. I did not have much money in my pocket those days. And it felt hard to paddle against the water, especially when those big boats made it so difficult to our tiny swan boat to stay on its course. It was a struggle. Just like the struggle of poor, uneducated tiny people day after day. Yet here now, with my pockets full of dollars, I am too lazy to ride a motorboat. What is the point? I wouldn't consider this a depression. Grumpy it may be Like Mr. Grinch. Not because I was refused by the society, but because I can compare the life on my right hand, with no life on my left hand. And I see the madness the creator was in when he did this stupid mistake of creating life.

Three rowing teams paddle in a calm, reflective lake, creating ripples. Each boat has four rowers in synchronized motion. — Rowing boats. Mark Konig- unsplash

A question for the creator Why life is a bad Potential?

If I met him today, I ask him why? I ask him why created me, when I could not avert my own death. Why create a boring life, where I have to ride a boat to be happy. Why should I have to ride a boat faster than anyone else to be happier. Why should I have to fill my pockets with dollars to fuel my car to drive on the road, making trips, to show my eyes new and beautiful things. I did not ask for these eyes' ears or taste buds. Now I have them and the burden of satisfying urges they create day and night. If life is a potential, it seems to be a bad potential.

Then I thought to myself. Maybe the creator did not make that mistake. If he is at all, all mighty and powerful to bring about life, he must be not cruel. Maybe I have been a fooled by my own mind creating absurd reality day after day. Maybe a Gregory Lake never existed. Neither any riders of boats. Maybe there is no me to observe these, it's all just a potential which can exist as well as non-exist at the same time. That I just have to choose to non-exist. But how? I wish I could slow down the time and see the half a second called now, to see what happens in my mind. Even if it means to dissolve the soul, it could be the happiest thing I can do.

So, I chose to be mindful.