Humans have set goals for themselves since the beginning of time.
Find a beast; kill a beast; eat a beast.
Even as we advanced through the different ages and watched the rise and fall of civilizations, we have still set expectations before ourselves.
These goals were colorful, chalk lines drawn on the grey sidewalk, happy faces in red pen on test papers, rolls of cream paper tied with ribbon, and college acceptance letters received in the mail.
Except out of the 7.5 billion humans on earth, there are bound to be individuals who slipped through the cracks under our feet as we made our way up the ladder we labelled “success.” There are bound to be goals that were dreamt of and fantasized about but never fulfilled.
There is bound to be disappointment, and yet we never fail to remain seated in the ferris wheel of dreams and go around again in this endless cycle of doubt and fear. The chance for success glues us to our seats and blurs our vision so that the murky possibility of failure is a minor smudge on our view of a perfect reality.
I made a goal today to find a reason to be happy.
Yes, I continue to make goals.
Yes, MANKIND continues to make goals,
and it may be the most brilliant or idiotic feat of our time.