Random rumbles

What is an achievement? Who decides what an achievement is? Teeing off 18 holes? 60 centuries? Stating Game Theory? Coming up with Impressionism? Writing poetry? Composing music? Making love?

Is an old man who wrote a life-changing poem after 50 years of pondering an achiever?

Have we ever created anything that will outlast us? Have we ever created anything that is beneficial to other animals? How big are we? How small?

In the whole scheme of things, the holistic viewpoint, we are a bunch of idiots who’ve managed to mess up the whole planet where we survive. Waiting now for the time bomb to tick.

What if tomorrow some asteroid collides with earth? Low probability, high risk event. Who will help? Who matters?

We’ve created enough nuclear power to take lives of those very creatures whose very lives we intrude. Whose lives we take for granted.

If you tell me that as Homo sapiens, we can only see from the human point-of-view, then I am sorry to say that we are mistaken.

For we, if we want, can see helicopter in a dragonfly, enlightenment in a butterfly, and God in a miner!

For if we manage to inspire a few fellowmen to a plane of peace, brotherhood, oneness, and truth, I think we’ve made it.

We are the only animals who can consciously empower, colonize, defeat, rule, decide, live, co-operate, aspire, dream, realize, kill, love, live, ridicule, mock, laugh, cry, enlighten, attain, devote, struggle, strive, achieve, devote, and write.

What is important in our small, short, mundane lives is the verb that we choose to keep for ourselves.