Por la boca muere el pez

Have you ever noticed how much smoother things seem to run when left alone? The natural flow of things always runs nearly flawless, but it seems humans have a nasty habit of trying to correct the very minor details.

It’s just a shame that we can’t let anything be. Whether it’s relationships, nature, weather, agriculture, it does not matter. We have fixed everything.

We have picked apart every minor personality “flaw” and named them psychological diseases. Essentially every single alteration we have made to food has only been harmful–to us and the environment. With all of the artificial things we surround ourselves with, we are just killing ourselves. And it’s continuously escalating. There is no end insight.
Will we just continue to pick apart everything until we ruin it all? Will we regress into a prehistoric-like society, like selfish cavemen?

Has the modern altered world simply made us miserable?

I only have twenty-one years behind me so it is impossible for me to know if the present is any different than the past. Maybe people have always been this angry, but part of me finds this very hard to believe.

We’re all taking life too seriously. Don’t mark me off as some crazy hippy, but if we take a look from the outside of everything, it won’t seem so important.

Maybe we really shouldn’t take life so seriously. We don’t get out alive and we might as well enjoy what there is.

Maybe the Beatles had it right, let it be.