ready

In the beginning, there was nothing. Hard to imagine that, isn’t it? Nothing. Not a single bean. Just darkness and more darkness. It’s hard to image that out of that came a rock that on which, through some medium or other, life was created. Beautiful, individual, creative, creative, intelligent life. A race so capable of love and hate in equal measure, of compassion and loathing, of music and art so diverse and impressive. Out of rocks and nothing came awkward glances across rooms and blushes and moments remembered by one person for the rest of their life. Out of stones and matter came unexpected tenderness. We are a race so far advanced beyond our years and yet we are only taking baby steps. We have so much more to look forward to. We have laughter at 2am shared across an ocean, but we can look forward to laughter at 2am shared within touching distance. We have everything we could ask for but we can look forward to the things we didn’t even think to ask for. We have thinking, but we will have knowing. We have warmth, but we will have comfort.
Anything can happen. We’ve just got to be ready for it.