While gestating in the womb, I wonder if that little ovum and sperm have any idea of the one-way journey they are about to embark upon. Will their merged journey erupt into the oxygen of planet earth and let out a sharp cry of joy, fear, or will they take a wee breath and quickly fly back to their source?
How much of that arrival’s pathway will be in some part the result of the first vibrations, sounds, voices, and rhythms experienced from the moment of the first division of their cells, or the spark leading to that division? A spark that perhaps occurred even before the earth developed. Is the spark from which we all arrive to have a new journey on planet earth, a spark that never stops?
Is life a one-way ticket, or perhaps a new adventure in a new body that carries us from birth to death, which then leads to yet another adventure? Upon this planet, we often hear we are born equal. However, if that were true, that would mean each moment there is a new birth, all those babies would be born the same gender, have the same intelligence, the same color, and be subject to the same illnesses. Unless they strayed out of their equal generation groups, they could only have a same-gender marriage. Yet, we often use words of equality, gender, color, religion, non-religion, spirituality, intelligence, idiocy, with scarcely a thought as to what equality means.
Perhaps each child is already programmed to move through what appears to be a one-way path. A path that starts with an inhale and ends with an exhale. If that is it, does that infer the end, the death of that soul? …or perhaps, a lay-over such as heaven or hell or something in between, before the next birth into the next class of understanding evolution and moving closer to becoming ever more conscious of our individual actions in a desire for more equality of life for all creatures, regardless of origins and deaths?
Is it past time to stop warring against one another simply because we think differently, look differently, speak differently? We are different. We appear to be students in the classroom of life. We are all teachers and students simultaneously. We cannot have one without the other. What we, individually, model, is what we teach. What we learn is from what others model, as well as what we ponder from within ourselves. When we tune into our observations of others’ behaviors and words, our own experiences and adventures, we learn via our daydreams, and inner contemplations as well.
Opening our eyes, hearts, and souls to continually move toward reciprocal acts of kindness, understanding, and respect for all creatures, including flora and fauna, rocks and water, earth and air, certainly a one-way ticket seems unlikely. We can choose to move forward in life with actions that reveal how well we handle this world with the many gifts our heritage and genes bring, the decisions we make, and the cornucopia of abundant trails we choose to follow, once planted upon this planet.
M. Chandler McLay © January 9, 2020