The Human Existential Crises We Can All Overcome

It’s 2AM. Sleep eludes my dreary mind… Its tiredness a burden weighing down upon my eyelids, yet it’s very relinquishing aspect of giving oneself up to the night feels like a waste of time. In this race that is so close to the finish line, it has felt easy to procrastinate, and focus in areas that don’t truly matter. Maybe it’s my soul trying to find some form of semblance in the continuity of this multi-year struggle — to succeed and better the world — that it has decided to distract itself. But tonight, I am awake. I slept not the night before, and a mere 3 hours asleep prefaces this incitement, to write this history of my challenges and happenings in the making of my company — one that I believe could one day truly be part of the saving grace of mankind.

I do not consider myself a prophet, nor do I think that anyone is less capable of achieving their dreams than I am, but I do believe that I am fortunate enough to be at the right time, at the right place, with the right people surrounding me and the luck bred from adversity and consistent lessons born from failure to make YawLife a reality. It is no longer a matter of how or if it will come into being. For, it is a living incarnation of light in and of itself, from the minds of many, sparked by the thoughts of dreams-met-real. It is simply the ticking of time, the clock in-itself a personal doomsday to all of us. Now, I do not mean some religious event, and while I won’t rule out a cosmic one, I see mankind on a path to annihilation if we do not redeem ourselves and change our ways.

Through peace and prosperity the world over, fuelled by advances in technology and its impact upon the present and future, we have 2 sides of the same coin that contain both affinity and destruction. We as a species must choose not to falter and mistake the latter as some form of solution, when the former holds within it a brightness too light to dim. My mission in life is to realize that while our species has a clock counting down, that we can stop the clock before it’s too late. However, in doing so, the other clock which dictates our personal livelihoods (our continued existence) will never cease to fail until science finds an answer to the problem of death… But, even if we don’t find a solution in our lifetime, I would rather spend it doing all that I can to change this world and morph it such that we can continue our journey as human beings, both into the earth, and beyond it to the farthest of stars.

Our potential is ripe beyond belief, and by that I mean that everyone has an opportunity so incredibly vast that it can’t be put into words. And yet, so many of us squander it every day. Like the Apollo 13 mission that barely made it home, there is little room for error. We must take proactive steps to stay on course, to make it home — to have a home we can even live in — and to grin with others as we work together to better the human race… Because, while some may squander their potential, it is through inspiration that we can motivate the inherent passions of individuals to reach the pedestal of their ambitions, and to contribute towards the shared life mission. Many at rest who lay dormant can be awakened, but those who cease to when shaken can be overcome through the added dedication of those who choose to endow work-worth-many-minds, while still a singular body in the vast forest of trees.

I think that a testament to who we are as a race — boiled down to its essentials — stems from the roots we all share to the world around us — the single, connected, collaborative entity that is the joining of countries to form a world altogether extraordinary and unified. As the prevalence of world unification starts to progress, we will see advancements skyrocket at an unprecedented pace, and we will only look back and wonder why we didn’t make it happen sooner… Nonetheless, we will bask in the renditions we as a species made possible, and enjoy the self-imposed evolution — from a race tied to animals — to one interconnected with machines and the singularity. Whether or not I am alive to witness this exciting journey, it is through each one of us making the most of the time that we have that we can add seconds to the clock of mankind. And while seconds may seem little in relation to hours or days, each tick makes a difference, and every moment pushes the tipping point in the favour of our continued existence, so long as we hold that persistence, throughout obstacles — sickness and otherwise — and hold true to our hearts, that in our demise we will not regret the life that we lived; rather we will revel in the stakes it poses for the future ahead — for the brothers and sisters that is our kin — the men, women and children of planet Earth.