I am not content.
I am grateful for everything in my life. My struggles and my victories define the person I am today, but I want more. Why am I just not content with having what I have? Why do I feel this need to obtain more in my life? I’m not talking about physical things. While I certainly would like a couple of nicer things, this feeling of discontent is driven by something much deeper.
I do what many of us do. I seek out others that may have some guidance or answer to why this hole exists in my stomach. Reading and listening to all the great authors and thinkers of mankind doesn’t seem to reach down deep enough. They grab my mind, my heart, just not by gut. That part of us that ‘hungers’. What is this beast that resides within me that seems to be insatiable?
Perhaps, this is the Human Instinct. Every animal on the planet is born with instincts that are tailored to the survival of its particular species. You don’t find deer hunting rabbits, lions grazing on grass, or sharks eating krill. This would be against their instinct. So what is Human Instinct? For we hunt, graze, eat vegetables and animals.
So does our hunger drive us just towards food or also towards something greater? I wonder if we are driven to only be satisfied, even if only for a fleeting moment, when we feel we have created something from our imagination. That feeling we get when we check a box on a checklist or bring into being something that never existed before.
The Human species builds great towers, digs deep into the earth, seeks to explore the far reaches of space, and to have a significant meaning in the universe. We seek to leave our mark. If this is the hunger of the Human Instinct, then how far are we really from the other animals on this planet.
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