Survival is Serene It's just like it sounds. I'm outside of my belief-bubble. The question is, do I want to go back in? Can I go back? Does belief have a limit? Curiosity certainly tests our limits. Belief...is scrutiny; it's an egg shell. Don't live in a shell if you're afraid of the dark. Belief is an eggshell. Do you see the majesty? Intelligence is a curious field of study.
When you look at an autumn tree shedding leaves, do you stop and say “how serene.” Is the tree trying to be serene? No. It’s trying to survive. If a tree took notice of you in your outfit balancing upon compound limbs, a tree might say, “how serene.” Would that be true? When have you ever been “serene?” Is the tree wrong? Are you a tree? What am I getting at? Survival is serene. Maybe you don’t get a say because…you’re too focused on surviving to appreciate the irony. What irony? Serenity doesn’t feel good. Sure it’s meant to be a compliment but you may respond with shock and dismissal. Serenity is survival.
It might be cruel to deliver the news someone’s plight inspires calm. Do you see how condescending it is? There’s not a sober person on this planet who would not wince (at the tone-deaf praise) interrupting the attention of a stranger (minding their own business) fulfilling a compulsion to make a moment memorable. I’m so happy my desperation is gratifying to others. I am truly satisfied. Maybe serenity is survival. Imagine if trees were recording videos of you with a slow-motion camera and a zoom lens. Is the cheetah being serene chasing a meal through the wilderness or is it just trying to survive?
Nature knows it’s serene, that’s why it tolerates our enthusiasm. Survival is serenity because it’s better than death. Serenity is survival because compliments fill our bellies. The objects you call serene lie between death and starvation. By that logic, starving children in Africa are serene. Exactly. It might be cruel to deliver the news someone’s plight inspires calm. What kinda sick fuck would be calm having observed dying children? Simple. They don’t get a say what I find serene. That's the irony.
Autumn Tree = Starving children
What’s the difference? We cannot disguise our desperation behind other people’s interpretation of enthusiasm. An autumn tree exists to serve serenity to those whom are inconsiderate with their selfish compulsion to make moments memorable. Starving children in Africa plea to the cameras with salty tears “we are serene, we are serene!” Oh…imagine if a forest of autumn trees bleeding sap, whistling broken English through their peppered-bark “weee aaare seeereeene, weee aaare seeereeene!” The trees cannot disguise their desperation behind other people’s interpretation of enthusiasm. We interpret autumn trees as being serene, but to them…survival is serene and that doesn't excuse the fact serenity doesn’t feel good.