Have you ever thought of the essence of humanity.? What is that quality that makes us so unique.
I am sure there are multiple answers to every question, at least the philosophical ones, but what is your answer?
For the longest time I was under the misconception that my answer was love. Love is the essence of humanity. It is our never ending want or our primal need to feel loved and to love someone back. Sounds about right. Love is beautiful, there is no other feeling in the world that satisfies that. The complete and utter satisfaction that emanates from your soul almost.
I'm starting to think its expectation, or an amalgamation of hope and expectation. We are extremely resilient, more so than we ever give ourselves credit for. We get right back up, take another step and nothing can stop us once we do. What I am trying to get to, is, how is our ability to hope, fueled? Its by expectation, of others, of ourselves, of society, pretty much everyone around us. We put an immense burden of expectation on ourselves and everyone around us.
Sometimes it fuels hope. Often times it doesn't. Why do we expect?
I am sure there are multiple answers to every question, at least the philosophical ones, but what is your answer?
For the longest time I was under the misconception that my answer was love. Love is the essence of humanity. It is our never ending want or our primal need to feel loved and to love someone back. Sounds about right. Love is beautiful, there is no other feeling in the world that satisfies that. The complete and utter satisfaction that emanates from your soul almost.
I'm starting to think its expectation, or an amalgamation of hope and expectation. We are extremely resilient, more so than we ever give ourselves credit for. We get right back up, take another step and nothing can stop us once we do. What I am trying to get to, is, how is our ability to hope, fueled? Its by expectation, of others, of ourselves, of society, pretty much everyone around us. We put an immense burden of expectation on ourselves and everyone around us.
Sometimes it fuels hope. Often times it doesn't. Why do we expect?
