Eight Billion …

Eight billion people live on this Earth. Eight billion unique people all with their own mindset, their own train of thought, their own opinion about everything, their own language, their own preference for everything, their own character, their own set of beliefs, their own survival strategy and their own idea of reality. Eight billion worlds of their own and we pretend there is only one.

Eight billion people on this Earth and how many of them know you as you really are? Zero. Nada. And that includes you yourself. Nobody knows you and you don’t know yourself. You are just doing something, messing around. Ants all have a task and perform it intelligently. People are stupid creatures who have no idea what they are and what they come here to do. They think they know.

Eight billion people are not enough to become adults. A few come a long way, but before they become adults they die. We live too short to become adults. Humans are helpless creatures who get nowhere without being taken by the hand. Some think they are a great deal, but only do damage from their self-centeredness.

Eight billion wandering souls in search of themselves and reality. They cannot really think, no matter how hard they try it seems like nothing. Their memory is short and faulty. A link with intuition is missing. Cleverness is confused with wisdom. People do more nonsensical things than sensible ones. More useless things than useful things. They use only a fraction of their potential.

Eight billion ungrateful beings inhabit this Earth. They do not see the Earth as it is, but try to make the Earth as it suits them from disturbed thoughts. Living in surrender is alien to them. We have lost it, that is something from the past. From before when we were primitive. Now we are no longer primitive, but seriously lost in our minds. Pride comes before a fall.

Eight billion frightened people frantically trying to control life. They fear death and want eternal life. They fear the future and prefer to insure themselves against anything that may happen to them. They accept no loss and never return. Everything must be more and become more. We are like toddlers in a sandbox where no one is allowed and toys are taken away.

Eight billion without exceptions. Those who do not recognize themselves in the above description do not understand that there is no escape. Every human being at this stage of evolution is at approximately the same location of the path that humans travel. When poor people get richer they face richer thoughts. When wise people suffer setbacks they become more vicious in their behavior.

Eight billion people and how many will read this? Eight? Maybe eighty? Everything is so incredibly relative. Fortunately, I guess, we are not The Borg. We are not a collective, just eight billion individuals who are not yet connected in any way. Not connected to the unseen world. Not connected to each other. Not even connected to ourselves. It’s actually hilarious. Let’s be humble.

By Nico Cost for GlobalSouth.co