I can remember my youth, it was a much different time. I crawled around, listlessly. The world was full of tall structures and bright colors that were seemingly inaccessible had it not been for my penchant for adventure. I would climb those tall stalks of buildings just to see the setting sun with greater clarity. If I wasn’t testing the boundaries of gravity I was slinking from venue to venue looking for another good time, another good conversation, or another experience worth the danger.
Eventually, that sentiment passed. My foolhardy ways began to cause me more grief than excitement. I cloistered myself away for… a very long time. Nothing could disturb my slow transformation, there could be no distractions. I cocooned myself off from society, from everything, so that I could explore what I was at the core. It was a trying time of transformation, but it was informative. I broke out of my seclusion a new being, a new man. Purpose wasn’t found in adventure, it was found in creating a world further generations could appreciate.
This change wasn’t just a rewiring of my mind, it was physical. I no longer slowly crawl, I speed. I fly great distances to procure the fundamentals of a sustained existence for me and whomever may follow when my time is done on this earth. I find the best to germinate life, for me and my environment. This burden pulls at me, constantly. But I will rest, relax, and enjoy once I have gathered enough to—
“I can barely see out of my windshield with all these damn bugs flying into it! Christ, I’ll never make it to the meeting on time with this traffic. Let me call you back Joe, I’ve got the boss calling me and I can only assume he’s pissed.”