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How Hurt and Chaos Give us our Emerge-ency
We are all “food” for something else
The word emergency originates from the Latin emergere, which means “to arise; to bring to light.”
A baby emerges from the womb into the light of day.
A butterfly emerges from the chrysalis.
You and I can, if we so choose, emerge from the shitstorms of life into what we might be.
We seem to be the only species on earth which chooses to bitch and complain about our natural circumstances. We are given this extraordinary experience called life, then spend one hell of a lot of time pissing and moaning about what we’re owed. How much easier it’s supposed to be.
Imagine the conversation among the blades of grass in your lawn.
“CHRIST! Here he comes again with that damned mower. What a POS. I can’t even grow a seed head here.”
Mama Nature makes it damned hard to survive. Everything eats everything else. That’s how the game is played. Like it or not, we are all food for someone else’s plate. Including us.
Don’t agree? Try stepping outside the silhouette of a Jeep on an African safari with large predators around and see how fast you become sushi.