We Are All Snails

Go get life at your own pace

Over the eons of human existence, we have worked non-stop to make things better or easier for ourselves. Put thousands of our brilliant minds together to try to defy all danger and create safety and control. In the 1800 the average life expectancy for a man was 40, for a woman 42. Now we would look at those numbers thinking how it would be a tragedy if anyone left so soon. Our medicine, technology and society regulations have made it possible for us to have now twice as much life time as we did 200 years ago. Wild right? And if you thought of it in pure numbers, then we would be justified in assuming that we have had such a success, that perhaps soon we will be rid of all of the things that makes humanity ‘human’. And yet, the problems that scare humanity, the things that make us feel finite, insignificant and hopeless are still there. Without a doubt, most of the scary experiences our ancestors have had, we are having too. War, famine, injustice, pandemics…Minus, perhaps, getting eaten by a tiger, although I hear stories of it still happening in Bangladesh and India).

Yes of course it is absolutely not the same. The knowledge we now have about how our body and mind work is infinitely better than it has been (unless you believe there was an advanced ancient civilisation before us?) The way in which we process our emotions, our role in this life, our challenges has changed massively. The way we look after our bodies has also improved. The way we live our entire life has just taken such a turn, I reckon if you were all of sudden to wake up from 100 years of cryosleep you would think we’re aliens. We can now travel from New York to Georgia in just a few hours, compared to the 2 weeks it used to take back in the same 1800. We have comforts like electricity, gas, a toilet in our house that you could only dream of back then. I could go on and on comparing the things that have changed, and how great of a society we live in now. But I won’t. Because it doesn’t matter how perfect or how put together we have our life, our societies, our jobs. Chaos still prevails.