We could be special.
We won’t be.
The universe hates us. It reaches down through the sky and pushes us into the dirt, into the mud, and we let it. We should attain for higher things, we should want to be gods, rulers of our own little piece of land.
We stalled in our ascension. And it was all going so well too.
We split the atom. We cloned a living being. We shot into the waiting embrace of the stars and then… and then…
But why should we? Why did we?
We should make new life forms. We should search for life in the dead oceans of Mars and we shouldn’t stop till we find evidence of our brothers and sister lying in the dust. We should shoot sleeper-ships into the stars and travel for thousands of years until we reach that first star on the left… why are we stopping with just imagination? Imagination and creativity and the desire to do something enormous are what made us who we are.
We have the dreams. We’re learning every day. So we should never stop. Imagine. Create. Imagine. Create.
Never stopping. Never faltering. Never fading.
We shouldn’t be dust. We should be gods.