Throughout time there have been creation stories. The ways in which the world was made. The ultimate mystery. The stories were an example of a yearning for an answer for existence. There have been gods, deities, spirits, and animals. King Akhenaten deviated from the norm of polytheism in Egypt and worshiped only the sun - which is one of the first recorded examples of monotheism. All around the world and throughout time, the explanation for why we exist was being answered through stories and visions. The Iroquois Creation Story explains how a pregnant woman gave birth to twins on the back of a turtle. One evil and one good. And looking back at these stories, their legends – can we believe that we are all still living on the back of that turtle? Is it really turtles all the way down?
But these beliefs become engrained into people. Absolutes formed. And today with the concept of our modern day creation story, those absolutes, those black and white “truths”, that yearning to understand a people as a whole, only yield to a very hard misconception of the absolutes of an individual. We adapt to the evolutionary stories of existence. We form superstition and worry if we deviate. We make absolutes for ourselves. What are we supposed to do? Only what the most previous generations did, because that is what they taught us. Are we always supposed to believe that the Sun was God? Or is that ridiculous? It wasn’t at some point. Cities were erected around it. And now we erect our cities on our new absolute and the old are obsolete. Why do I feel like we drown under their crushing expectations?
I don’t want to be the person who lives inside the definition of the person they created ten years ago. Hell, I don’t want to be the person who lives in the definition of the person I created a year ago. I want to be able to manifest into the best version of myself, not by forgetting the past – but from breaking the absolutes and creating the best version of myself. But we get stuck, don’t we? We get stuck in the decisions we’ve made and evolve within, and forget the other paths that were open when we made that first initial choice. We get stuck on the absolute path we set out for ourselves.
What happens when we stop walking on that path? We turn around for a second and panic because the beginning of that path is too far away and our bread crumbs ran out a long time ago. We look at all the other paths around us and they look dark and fucking scary. That’s why the evolution of an absolute is a lot easier to accommodate the individual mind. Believing just one thing is a lot easier than believing a lot of things. But that’s what I am. I am a lot of things – I am not easily defined or categorized. But I am not outstanding. I am simply filling in this time slot for the progression of the magnificent world. But I don’t just want to exist, or fit into a space. I want to LIVE through it – I want to be happy through it. I cannot control anything but myself.
But, where am I? I am sitting on the back of the turtle, laying in the Sun, floating down an ancient river. I am walking through a city of tall buildings feeling the wind from the cars pass me. I am everything that came before me and completely separate from any explanation and classification. Just here floating.
You don’t have anything if you don’t have the stories.