The Will To Exist

When we are born we grab life, when we die we let go. This ebb and flo finds consistency with all organisms, big and small, advanced and simple, docile and aggressive, floating on a hydrogenous ball in an orbit around a red star in the cosmos, impervious to the world outside this atmosphere. Death is indifferent, life is random, emotions come and go. Immortal soul is nothing more than the will to exist. We attempt to comprehend the variables that come into our zones, but comprehension is nothing more than subjective perception. We cannot comprehend non-existence so we rationalize our resistance to the inevitable. We create gods and religions and collectively impose our willpower until we achieve the impossible. Miracles are a product of such belief that we call it faith. Faith is resistance to the explicable. It should be something of such positivity that if it were directed towards a common goals of good, humankind could achieve interstellar greatness. Instead, belief systems conflict, negative reactions prevail and war is unleashed. Homosapiens destroy everything in the way during this process - forcing others to let go as they become slaves to their emotions. Slaves fighting over control of the hydrogenous ball in an orbit around a red star in the cosmos. The will to exist is a natural instinct even amongst those who wish to destroy their own current life form. The will itself is the most powerful of our senses, working in conjunction with the conscious mind to accomplish. Billions of actions take place through nerves and bioelectricity, commands to the lungs, heart, eyes, ears and mouth. Existing is the culmination of all these commands to which we are oblivious. The will to exist makes it all possible. Perhaps there is something to ghosts if our desire to continue is so powerful that it does not wish to break down into simple matter long after the body has expired and let go. Perhaps there is something to reincarnation if the will to exist can break itself down in such a way that it can be absorbed into the procreative process. Who knows such things? All that is certain is that we are born, we grab on, we die and we let go, we live and we achieve that which our wills command. Existing blindly on a hydrogenous ball in an orbit around a red star in the cosmos.