We’re born. The stream’s already moving.

This year in history.
This country, this state.
The world is at peace. Or it’s at war.

Businesses exists.
We have a president.
The global economy is up. Or it’s down

At home it’s quiet.
We have two cats.
We have two parents. Or we don’t.

They’re in their 30s.
They have experience.
They have lived.


They have survived.
The world is already moving.

Optimize survival.
Navigate chaos.
Choose the path of least resistance.

Those before know best.
They survived.
The herd is safe.

Lunch is burritos.
It starts at noon.
Next class is Algebra. Maybe World History.

Good grades. College.
Good job. Marry.
Good Home. Kids.

Survive.

To survive, we fit in.
To fit in, we survive.



Corral within the herd.
It only makes sense.

That is survival.

Early life is in stone.
Sense of self.
Talents, beliefs, values.
18-25 frame the next 70.
As long as I’m surviving.

Habits, hobbies, and worldviews.
Few herds allow such revisions.

Relations develop sense of self.
We think.
We develop identity.
We think.

The goal is survival.
Identity develops itself.

We are nuanced.
Never mind.
Adjust to queues.
Adjust to the herd.

Make sure I fit in.
Don’t stray from the herd.
That would mean death.

Branch out?
I have no desire.
Start anew?
I have no desire to starve alone in the streets.

Fit in. Do not risk life.
I will survive.

Change habits?
So be it.

Perspective and worldview?
It has to be done.

New kid?
I adapt.

Life is already in motion.
The world, already moving.

New hobby?
Not today.
Not today, Grim Reaper.

Have I entered the Real World yet?
Have I entered freedom?

Never mind, I will stick to the past.
It keeps me alive.
Consistency.
That’s trustworthy.

New people? New workers?
I’ve seen this before.
Adapt.

I will survive.

The herd keeps me safe.
It keeps me alive.