I am the One

I am the one who is looking at the white screen that is filling up with black characters. I am the one who is thinking about what to write next. It is me that realizes that it doesn’t matter what I write next, as long as I remain in the conscious state of me, looking out at the creation that I am producing with my typing fingers and with the help of the computer monitor and the PC.

I am creating. I am writing. I am thinking. I am feeling. I am aware of my environment, the chair pressing against my legs, the keyboard my fingers are touching, the sound of the TV coming from the living room, the lights that illuminate the room around me, the air my lungs breathe in, the warmth of the air, the heartbeats that pulse in my chest, the sense of urgency and purpose that fills my thoughts. “I must express myself in a conscious way, with clarity and purpose and direction and meaning.” There is a purpose, a point to my being here, now. I am here. I take up space in this creation. I am being nourished by this creation. I am thankful for that. I did not have a choice in coming here and existing. That was my parents’ choice alone. I am here, as are billions of other humans and many billions of members of other species.

We all exist. We did not ask to be here. We are here because an already existing organism had the need and means to propagate. I had the need to propagate at some earlier time in my life. I tried twice – unsuccessfully – to create an offspring. It didn’t take. Now I no longer have that need, although I would like my creations in the form of my writings and/or artworks to continue to exist after I am gone from this earth. They may, since they are on the internet, and that could be in existence for a long, long time.