The Human Experience -Reel Speeds

Writing Club  -June 18, 2013

So the writing prompt was: Movie Review: The Human Experience -Reel Speeds 
Write about the human experience as though it is a movie review.

And the following rant is what I wrote in the 15 minute time span.

Warning:  This may contain circular logic!

            With all the driving force of a great gale we rush about like ants building castles made of sand in hopes of building something great, something that matters.  Some of us take time to collect our thoughts before we act and others rush in like the tide sweeping everything else along with it in one tumultuous act after another.  We bounce off each other some of us like popcorn and others like rocks that tumble and scrape each other down.   We break each other down or build each other up.  Even the lone wolf is affected by acts of another for the fact that it knows it is alone, usually because it has been cast out by their pack or chosen to fly solo in an act of defiance.  Man is no Island.  We crave affection, attention, even anonymity within a crowd, guilty of perusal or abusal of others. 

            At the mercy of others at first as infants for basic sustenance, but it changes very little as we age.  We seek independence only to realize that, in one form or another, we are incredibly independent on others.  Without a flow of coins there is no food, no shelter.  All of us cogs in a machine, whether a help or a hindrance to the system that is whether corrupt or righteous, dependent on its existence for more than survival.  (Absolute perfection of human design only exists in the theoretical.)  None the less, with a system we can follow a stream of action, co-exist and strive to be something more than simply feudal. 

            The world spins on a constant or somewhat constant axis and most of us strive to spin faster make more turns as the hands of time pass.  I say go a bit slower and catch the beauty that is in the small, the little things you miss when you run by.  In the end it does all stand on sand, even rock is not impenetrable, crumbling into bits.  The plates can shake the firmest foundations until nothing remains but rubble.  And all the grandeur of human innovation means little. 

            If we are only what we do, what does that mean when the tsunami comes to wash it all away? Can you be still the ocean with a word?  Rather enjoy the day, relish the minutes with those you love so that when the waves come you do not stand alone to pick up the pieces.