A world without buildings

Imagine a world without buildings

A world where the grass is always green

A world where we don’t have to hide

Don’t feel the need to die

A world that isn’t about death

But life.

Imagine a world without buildings

A world without institutions

Without power

A world that isn’t about war

But peace.

A parallel universe we will never reach

Because extinction looms, doomed

to drown in our man-made creation

of buildings.  

By Liv.

(I wrote this sat in a cafe, sat in a seat by a floor to ceiling window staring out at the bright sunny day, with clear blue skies. Despite the pleasantness of the day, all I could think about was what a shame it was I couldn’t see the beauty of the world itself, because my view was so blocked by huge, grey, ugly buildings. So, my inspiration for humanities penchant of ruining the natural world inspired this poem)

Is humanity defective?

This piece is along the same lines as my previous post, so if you like this one, then check out ‘what should we be afraid of ?’ as well.

I’ve always found it difficult to trust people, suspicious of every motive a person has, suspicious of why they might want to know things about me.  I think that we must all find it difficult to trust to some extent because there are things we all keep secret, things that we will never utter to any other living soul.  Why though? What makes humanity so untrustworthy that we wouldn’t even trust those closest to us with those things. 

I happen to believe that humanity is defective.  Perhaps that is merely my excuse for everything that we have done, because if we are truly made as we were meant to be, then what cruel design it was.  We have what seems to be an uncontrollable tendency towards greed above sustainability, self-preservation above others, self-obsession over empathy.  Why must we fight so hard to control those things, to make people care about the world in which we live? If we were not defective as a species then why is destruction the first path we take, why not preservation?

We claim to be the most intelligent species to have ever existed, and yet we may become the only species to have sown the seeds of their own extinction.  Too wrapped up in proof and evidence and science, all man-made things, when what really matters is that we are harming nature, and we can do something about it.  Arguing the technicalities of who caused climate change, global warming and what proof is there, is simply avoidance, because admitting it means having to allow someone to take an element of control, to impose a regulation on your movements.  People don’t like to be controlled.

No other animal is like us, in fact we see ourselves as so superior that we don’t regard ourselves an animal at all; but we are.  Perhaps we should act more like animals, follow a few more rules of nature regarding our surroundings.  We call someone an animal as an insult, to insinuate that they are some kind of monster, but animals kill because they must, they kill to eat.  Tell me, why do humans of history kill or start wars? I’d argue it’s mostly driven by greed, all war has had some kind of personal gain for someone.  It’s far worse to be called a human than an animal.

I hope that there’s enough people out there that we can change that.

What should we be afraid of?

The world is never black and white, if you were going to paint it any colour it would have to be varying shades of grey.  Varying is the key word.  Nothing is the same, no two people with the same mind, no one with identical thoughts.  Terrifying.  You will never know what is going on behind those smiling eyes planted on the face across from you.  What devilish, twisted thoughts do they hide?

It’s always grey though, as if the world has forgotten how to love, or more accurately how to love others.  Self-love prevails it seems. 

You only have to look at yourself to understand why you should be so afraid of other people.  Think about your darkest thoughts, the ones you hide in the deepest recesses of your mind, the ones you’d rather no one ever knew about.  Those secrets that will never be uttered out loud.  Then think about the thoughts a psychopath might entertain, and then follow through on.  If common perception is correct those thoughts, fantasies even, would have to be much worse than your own.

Why is it though, that our thoughts sometimes, perhaps more often than any of us would care to admit, stray into the deviant, into the psychopathic, into the deranged? What draws us to be so fascinated with the dark side every human contains?  Is it the constraints of our society that make us want to rebel against those that would try to control us? Or is it something more innate within our nature, that makes every human being capable of some heinous act.

If I were to ask you whether you would kill someone in self-defence, if it were a case of either you die, or they die, would you do it?  I can’t imagine a scenario in which anyone would say truthfully that they would lie down and allow their life to be unjustly taken.  If we are to take that as it is, then surely there is an argument suggesting all humans will kill in certain situations, perhaps that situation pertains to self-defence much less often than we might think, or want to think.  Surely, if there is one scenario where killing is acceptable to most, then there are others, after all, have we not all fantasised at least once about killing someone?

Perhaps I will come back to these points, but the bottom line is, when people ask, what are you most afraid of?  The only rational answer in my opinion, is people, because we can never truly know what motivates, what drives another person, we will never know what anyone else thinks about, what they fight with themselves about.  That makes people unknown, but if the only person you can really know, and therefore trust is yourself, then where does that leave us in a world where our survival is compromised by beings of our own species?

So, what am I trying to say? I’m saying be wary, because sometimes people that you think you know surprise you, and you have to remember that perhaps you never really knew them after all.  Or perhaps, you only saw what they wanted you to see.   People are unpredictable and that makes them dangerous.