Artistic Footprint

Lets take a look at how we run our lives, and how unsafe life really is.

For starters, you were once one in about a million little cells, and with as little innuendos as possible, you battled through, beaten and bloody to the egg. YOU were the sole survivor (unless you’re a twin or something)

If you were lucky, you weren’t a C-section, you weren’t born with the umbilical cord around your neck, too early or too late, your mom didn’t drink and smoke, and your brain functioned properly. You get all your vaccines to live in our “tainted world” outside the womb.

Then your overprotective mother didn’t sanitize your house because she loved you. She understood that you needed to be exposed to bacteria and viruses so that you could build up your immune system. You were allowed to ride a bicycle and scrape your knees and catch frogs.  – You know, kid stuff.

You didn’t become a vegetable playing N64 then gamecube then X-box then Wii.

Then you made it to highschool and didn’t get absorbed into the drug scene and overdose or rot your body.

Now you’re 16 and you get your first drivers license. Considering that  the most dangerous thing you could possibly do is put a steering wheel in your hands, AND you weren’t drunk after a highschool kegger at the same time, you made it through.

Now you’re in university where the drugs are more intense and the workload of school compiled with the hormonal change of sex and relationships, being away from home, and the thought of planning your future doesn’t make you suicidal, you can pass go and collect a degree. – If you have made it this far, CONGRATULATIONS!

Now you’re in your prime. Sex is frequent and more “intense” You run the chance of getting STDs from a mischeivious one night stand, but so far so good. You go on a vacation or two and possibly get Hepatitis from your Mohito.

Now you’re in a mid-life crisis. You’ve moved to the suburbs, most likely in a town or city that originally was incapable of sustaining human life, but can now because your resources are brought to the superstore down the street.

Moving right along now, you’ve contracted either Cancer or Diabetes at the age of 60 because you’ve injected yourself with odd chemicals to “make your body sick for good” or because you spent the 80s dining at McDonalds, or simply because humans aren’t supposed to live this long and they’re trying to cure the disease of “old age” But of course, not before you’ve given birth to more offspring to restart the process.

Now you’re 90. You look like a 40 year old smoker, your skin is pale, you have no hair, you can’t walk, and you’re breathing because a machine pumps your heart and inflates your lungs. Your now 40 year old offspring can’t stand the world without you if they can afford it.

But of course that’s not enough, some of us enjoy living life on the edge, jumping a motorcycle over a stack of cars, hiking a mountain 8km high (where humans can’t even survive 2 minutes!) It seems as though life just wants to be, but is quite the fleeting moment.

So basically what I’m trying to say here and with the last post, Fragility of Life , Humans are just soft, fleshy, water-based bags of bones controlled by a completely theoretical mind. Throw it infront of the bumper of a car, or under a faulty parachute, it doesn’t usually last long. The fact that you even happened is full of infinite impossibilities. Your mother was right when she said that you are special. Because you fucking are. It only took 2,000 words to explain it.