its odd to feel guilty for not accomplishing so much. that simply sustaining our lives, getting through the day, is not enough. the genes that want us to move foreword and expand are strong. it pushes us to grow us much as possible, to take the energy that is around us and consume it for ourselves. to squirrel away our riches and count our treasures, to romance the stone and protect what is ours.

so we claim our territory, our friends and our stuff and guard it from others. the idea that there is someone out there to take it away runs deep in our psyche so people erect fences and borders and protect the spaces we consider our own. we also protect and hide those we might consider our resources along the way. Hide their identity, keep them at bay from others that might want to whisk them away.

to know these things and to not be able to change them is another step. in the wild the trees and plants are also grappling with these issues. to rest or to keep growing. each day they think if the effort is necessary to grow or to keep the insects at bay, when to throw their seeds in the chance of offspring. we are not that different. at times i think we might be the same. coming out of the same rock, spinning through the same universe, doing our best to not only survive but to strive.