Future
So insignificant is the human history compared to that of the planet, the galaxy and the universe. Yet we have managed to become our own worst enemy. In an existence threatened every second by a minute change in the cosmos, and that is under the assumption that time itself will continue to exist, we now have the power to extinguish the faint flicker of our race. Everyday we play dangerously with the tools like children. I really hope that through some miracle or more likely a nearly impossible series of miracles we succeed in growing up.
Elevated levels of anxiety, tired bloody eyes, irregular heartbeat, vain hand gestures, checking the clock every second, analysing probabilities that are far too small, reminiscing about the good times, going through trivial activities that ordinarily would be deemed as too boring, reorganising the file structure of the computer for the fifteenth time today, craving a cigarette that is never going to be smoked and in the end lying in the bed hoping for a dreamless sleep because of sheer tiredness. Anticipation is rarely logical but always very human.
Is intelligence acquired through experiences in life or is it just a particularly nice step in the dance of nature, reflected in the genes? If the latter, why do intelligent people often see themselves as the elite? More importantly why do so many people accept such prejudice with minimal resistance? After all, people with long arms or big feet are seldom looked upon as superiors.
One suggested: to differentiate need and desire is to take the first steps on the road to bliss. The question remains, what separates those from each other? Love, friendship and companionship; are these needs or desires?