Respuesta :
One time I was walking through the woods. Not just any woods, but woods that exemplify the definition of ethereal. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. It was just me. I walked for what seemed like a lifetime only to rest under what seemed like a never ending stair of daunting oaks looking down upon me. I pondered the virtues that humans hold so dear. I pondered the true meaning of life. I pondered what it means to be human. In the end, I found that nothing is nothing and everything is everything. We aren’t here for any exact reason, rather, we’re here for no reason at all. If I was to dictate the feeling I felt at that moment, perhaps I would explain it as an epiphany as to the true nature of existence. We are here to enjoy life. Humans too often think of what is outside of our planet, our solar system, our galaxy. But what I found most interesting, is that we truly don’t know what it is that makes us human, not an animal, but human. We have evolved to expand beyond mother nature’s beautifully designed ecosystems in order to form our own “ecosystem”. Is it our language, our notions of society, our cultures, or is it even our mastery of enviromental manipulation that makes us human? For, I do not have an answer to any of these questions. What I do know is that life isn’t about answering these questions, rather enjoying what is dear to oneself. (Sorry this is only 1 free write but I saw this question and felt like writing something ♂️)