When we are born, it is a great occurrence. It is so great that nature has deprived us of the wisdom and consciousness of it for fear that we may know too much. We are born into a world of things; of feelings, events, people, objects, challenges, darkness, and light. Every next step or move that we make symbolizes a giant leap into the light; the light of the future. Our lives are molded to a degree by the circumstances of our birth. For some of us, we know joy from day one, born into riches and favor. And for some of us, the future seems bleak and dark from the get go. Fortunately for us all, this world is a world that ordains no man king at birth for a man is only great by deeds, not by birth.
It is stupid to imagine any other condition when we take that first step into. Except we only realize the falsity of our assumption of knowingness as advanced beings, when we are indeed older. The truth is that we are born weak, and we need strength to begin our journey into. We are born helpless and we need aid so that we may get by during those early years of unknowingness. We are born foolish and we need reason in order to build intelligence and eventually wisdom to be and become. But in the words of Jean-Jacques Rousseau, “all that we lack at birth, all that we need when we come to man’s estate, is the gift of education.” In the end, our lives can only be realized upon three grand stages. None of which we can escape. These stages are that’s for our birth, that’s for our life or the living that we insure, and that’s of our death. Nature has deprived us of the memory of our births, yet it gives us a reminded pain to know of the misery in dying and its inevitability, even when we must with time forget how we’ve lived. Our step into seem doomed from the unset while life itself is as promising as we step into it toward the end. Everything is born from something. Even the consequences of each birth and each life differ like night and day. Even similar births have proven to be different. That’s the wonderful world we live in. Take as examples these forms of births too. All things are born just like us. Military dictatorships are born from the power of the gun, and so it undermines the concept of the rule of law and gives birth to a culture of might, a culture of weapons, violence and intolerance. As was for Egypt that gave birth to what later would become known as ‘Western Civilization,’ long before the greatness of Greece and Rome. As is the miracle of the human birth of which only our mothers can describe to near believable terms what an incredible phenomenon and blessing it is to our kind.
If one could really define the moment of birth through adult eyes, I will characterize it this way. It is a moment of profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties. It is a place where we must all begin from filled with hopelessness. Perhaps, hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps without the brutal corrosion of our sensations about our births, one could never find sense in life exclusive of experiencing its absurdity. All I know is that the cries of a woman at the hour of birth in contrast to a dying man’s struggle at his last extremity is no true contrast at all. Perhaps the journey of life was meant to begin and end with such severity. And so the question ensures thus; could life really be intended for enjoyment?
A Step Into Our first light; the best light A time of true balance. Every twitch, bristle or shake, Godly powers, mold a new life. Each mold flurries into its own beauty Steps that are doomed to be lonely. Since no beginning is the same Thus lights like time must differ. Twelve pm and one pm: different aye? Justifiable therefore is our tendency Predestined it is I believe. When we seek, we dream Some similar yet unique No dream thus-far is the same Because each step is a loner. Blame yourself no further, They and you are what you can be Equal in expectation Still no result will level These steps into ...
Edmond Arrey