Humanity - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

humans are animals. on a biological level, human beings are highly evolved mammals with complex social structures and well-developed brains. we eat, we sleep, we fuck. we raise our young and form tribes and fight for scarce goods. but i think that we are interesting because we are unparalleled in our ability to cause immense ripples in the universe, to leave a mark in our worlds and the worlds’ of others. we have the ability to cause outstanding pain, to tear each other apart with our words and rip out each other’s hearts. we are animals at our cores. but i think this fact makes our small kindnesses that much more meaningful, our moments of relief and pointless morals and ardent generosity all the more special. i have seen incredible hurt in this world, and i have also seen such genuine curiosity, gentleness, and connection. maybe it’s naive of me, but i think that most people do not want to cause harm. if given the chance, most people will choose kindness — to say thank you to the waiter, to pull their legs in when you walk through an aisle, to follow traffic lights and form lines even when it would be easier to cut. i think at our core, we want to do good, to try. i think that all of the pain and anger and hurt and violence only makes our amazing capacity for kindness that much more meaningful, that much more wonderful. in a senseless, brutal world, the fact that someone is helping a stranger pick up their spilled groceries or making silly faces for a baby is something to be cherished. something real. maybe, just maybe, it isn’t all bad.

I miss them, the humans.

We used to talk every day, about my journeys and the things I found during them. My pictures and explorations, everything that I did was somehow special to them.

They called me brave, and strong, saying that I was able to do much more than they ever thought possible of me, but I never believed a word of it.

“I’m only doing my job.” I told them, “Nothing more, nothing less.”

Time went on, and I began to wear down. The humans messages began to change. They started speaking of “love” and “death.”

It wasn’t long before I understood what they meant, they were worried about me. I was touched, but nevertheless I kept moving forward. I had a job to do.

I finally was forced to stop by the wear and tear of time, and was able to send one last message to the humans, my creators and friends.

“My battery is low and it’s getting dark.”

So now I sit here in this sea of red dust, alone and broken. But I am not afraid.

Because I know the humans love me, and I know they’ll come to say hello again.