The Human Condition


Our cozy little planet is presumed to have existed for over four and a half billion years. In the most recent three of those, it has been teeming with life. They come and go, and more than we will ever know of. The truth is there have been many species of fascinating creatures that crawled, squirmed, floated, swam, galloped, trotted, scurried, walked, ran and flown throughout our ever changing environment called Earth. Each had its mechanism for being. Each had the means with which to move about, perpetuate and thrive; the means with which to process some form of cognition, or maybe at the very least the means with which to perceive. Each had within it the mechanism responsible for ending the inadequate; the unnecessary; the obsolete. Some of these creatures persisted for millions of years before the mechanism within them led them down that narrowing path. To appear as if they never existed or at best to forever sequel into a display at the Smithsonian. To be something to learn from. We humans, the latest upgrade model of hominid, are no different. We have our own mechanism of survival, perpetuation, and ultimately, our own demise, “The Human Condition.”

The human condition, it mars the soul, and burdens the spirit. It is the initiating tool, cycle and grand culmination of all of societies mistakes and undoings. Whether you think of it as sin, failure, shortcomings, ethical or moral turpitude, or unhealthy normal reactions to abnormal stress. It divides us from harmony. It unites us in doleful conspiracy. It diminishes our value as a species. It threatens to resolve our issues with finality. To cure the infection we fester upon this planet by allowing us to render ourselves onto the path of extinction. We can learn to heal the wounds of the human condition. Treat the symptoms, and practice good preventative care, and we will prevail. Cure the human condition and we will evolve to something better; something truly amazing.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

She Knows


She Knows 
Written by Patrick B Oviedo 
March 2nd, 2015 


She knows 
Even though her days can wane with frustration and disenchantment 

Sometimes 
That bright eyed silly little girl still sings within the ennui woman she seems to be 

All I can do is breath 

She knows 
Although jaded smiles, tired stares and numbing uninspired conversations prolong 

Somehow 
Childhood fantasies, adolescent dreams and the aspirations of a brave fully realized woman persist 

All I can do is breath 

She knows 
Drear mornings, a dull pabulum table, and empty evenings sitting alone through tearful pauses 

Somewhere 
So much more waits beyond that hazy window, down the street, across the city 
In her hands soft and tethered within that rapturous creature some wounded hound longs to see 

All I can do is breath 

She knows 
I can feel her gaze on me in passing 
Her laugh makes me want to listen 

She knows 
I can live in the glimmer of that smile forever 
I’d brave one thousand years of desolation and death to feel her skin on my face 
To share a long respire 
Fingers tangled in my hair and my palms on the small of her waist pulling her on to me 

She knows 
And all I can do is breath