We were so sure of ourselves. So sure we were in control and in love with the idea of free will that we forgot we all were, first and foremost, biomass. Biomass that consisted of trillions of bacteria and other materials inside our own bodies whose sole reason for existence was to continue existing.
Occasionally we might benefit from this survival drive, but more often than not, it would only be a delicate balancing act. And we should have learned ages ago that we were never unaffected by the needs of what was living inside us. In fact, how could we tell which of our desires were our own and which of them were born out of the other living mechanisms inside us? Also, what was the “other” if it was living within the confines of our bodies?
If the larger biomass we all are a part of “decided” that it was time for us to self-destruct, would we wilfully do so? Although ecosystems do not decide things, they merely strive to survive. Why did we then think we were somehow above all these mechanisms, even if turning a blind eye to them proposed a direct threat to our own existence?
What to do when you do not recognize yourself anymore? You fear that others will note what is happening to you. You do everything in your power to hide it from their eyes. But the transformation is oblivious to your will, fears or needs.
You already bear its marks for everyone to see.
Innumerable waves of destruction sweep through our minds, soon to be decomposed. Only few of us count the rhythm of the steps to annihilation. The end comes not in the form of a rapid strike of a blade but through a slow succumbing to the oblivion.
Remember your mortality.