#capitalistic

we are born to live, as is everything on this planet and everything on every other planet, the planets themselves were formed purely to exist, because they have the capability to exist in this universe, no other reason.

Plants do not exist to give us oxygen or food or any resources at all, they exist because theyre meant to, they thrive in earths soil and grow purely because the environment allows it to, a seeds only purpose is to grow, and after that the only purpose is to live. the resources from plants are there to aid nature in its growth, to aid the lives of everything naturally on this earth. the same with animals, and the same can be applied to humans.

generosity is the only thing we need to survive, what one person lacks another has spare, a task one person cannot perform another can. we should all aim to give people as many useful things to them as we can, memories, resources, time.

money is a meaningless concept corrupted by greed and neglectful of compassion.

memories cannot be escaped, the one thing we will have for the (majority) of our lives, memories unite all of us, people, animals, plants. memories have no language, they exist within every sense and exist within the lack of senses. history is a mandatory subject based purely on memories and keeping memories alive. memories have more meaning than money ever will.

a million pounds makes you rich in greed.

a million memories makes you rich in experiences, in knowledge and in life.

“Great Expectations” Charles Dickens - 1860

I wonder with this in perspective, what if I had been the victim who froze to death while homeless and laying down in front of the salvation army building in st joseph missouri just a few weeks back. Would anyone have mourned the loss the community experienced with such a violent and needless suffering to death. If I hadn't reached this point of thinking and work yet in my life, would anyone who knew of my nameless death as another homeless person from the elements, would anyone even consider the potential I had within me, or seen much in the value of my humanity?

Or would the same shit play out as it did with this man, having my name and age published in the news, with no mention of how I died or where I was found laying by. I contemplate all my very close calls resulting in living on the streets, coming close and suffering from entirely preventable issues that people living all around me, but within a house, most likely wouldn't experience to that degree unless they lost that status and existed in the dirt as well. How many times just a slight change could've ended me very much the same, and without much notice I had ever existed to begin with.