States…

The sun sets on another day…

Sunset was clear, and the globe before me devoid of colors until it passed to the horizon. Unbridled, the sky then lit like pure fire.

We are in a constant state of change. If you go by the riddle of the Sphinx, we only have a few states. The riddle is wrong and does not cover the weeping, the strength, or the crawling on our bellies like a reptile.

I consider all the states of man, and keep being bombarded with the religious. Most religions note four states of man, but there are some that offer five or more. Some note a cycle, and so it goes.

As I sit here pondering the unponderable I wonder if anyone has even considered the variability of the human condition and the malleability of our lives.

I know, I know, if this is boring to you just bear with me for a moment.

We are, as a species, continually aware of time and bound by it and all of the chains that come with it. We are also bound by our bias, environment, and something deep inside us, whether it be ID or something different. This series of items seems to guide us into a variety of states. In my opinion, these are driven by intellectual, emotional, physical, and spiritual needs. We can be the best people we can be as well as the worst people we can be as we travel from state to state becoming a different person. Somewhere in the depth of it all is a question that I’m not even sure we’re aware of.

The question has to do with “is there more?” Some people never make it to this question, and those people sit on the side of the road and don’t pay much attention to the world as it goes by them. Some people miss the point of the question, and instead of focusing on whether there is more or not, they focus on the malleable and not necessarily attainable. Imagine that person trying to be a billionaire and reaching the goal only to find that it wasn’t that important after all. (but if you have a billion dollars to give me and I’m all in) Some people push the envelope and want to squeeze every moment out of life. Then there are millions of variations of those particular items.

I hope you’re not expecting something ridiculously enlightening here because I’m not sure I have the answer yet. I know the answer isn’t 42, but the idea of everything is 42, so maybe it is. There is just too much encompassed in that 42. It is likely that for every person, the journey to find more is different as more can be defined in various ways. For me and potentially for you, all I can suggest is to keep searching for that thing that is just out of your reach. If you ever find it keep reaching for the next level, and so it will go until you find everything. After all, there has to be more to life than working yourself to death, retiring, and playing yourself until you die. I want to think that passion is more important than price, I would like to believe that beauty is more important than ownership, I would like to think that peace is more important than power. I would like to believe that a slow unending kiss is more important than a million posts on social media.

So as the sun sets on another day, I hope you find your way, and maybe along our paths, we will meet after all. If you’re looking for everything, and so am I, our lives are bound to cross. Yeah, I know this is a weird post, but I have been thinking a lot about what goals are real and what goals aren’t. Find your perfect state, and keep changing for the better, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and deep thoughts…