Live because we learn, love because we yearn

Is it just the air or am I feeling a bit queasy? Perhaps the wind that transported that vector was passed along to numerous people and places before it landed within my vicinity. This is what it feels like to live. This is what it feels like to love again.

The more I arrive to a destination, the more it is apparent to me that there is nothing better than to be infected by this malady. This will carry me out of the rut, or it can drag me further down, but knowing that the ends may sometimes justify the means will get us over the hump. It is all part of the larger machination of our fleeting existences. We all strive for the betterment of ourselves, yet somehow we find a myriad of ways of going about it in multiple different directions, to the detriment of our own selves. The thing we hope to get is the same thing that annihilates us. It is no different from the successes and the fortunate encounters we pass by along the way. They all stem from the same primordial instinct we have all gotten accustomed to. Like so many others, we live the same mistakes and hit a wall, and, like so many others, we overcome these trials and tribulations, while some others do not. However stifling it feels to be disjointed from the past, nothing prepares for the fresh present and the unforeseeable future. The present will hurt more because whatever we hope to be is predicated upon these decisions of the now, especially upon realisation that the what-might-be is no longer attainable. We continue to sustain these fantasies in the hopes of acquiring a more palatable outcome. We live because we learn and we love because we yearn. Our fantasies help shape our struggle. Our hopes and dreams stop us from going out of bounds and pining for the next big thrill. Our destiny then becomes what we make of it.