the heir

What other than carbohydrates n proteins do we need as humans to live?
Is food clothing & shelter all we conspire for all our lives?
More or less, you might say. How then would money fit into the equation or power or jealousy?
Redemption is easy when one asks the questions. But can anyone really be redeemed, I only wonder.
Believing in religion & having a world view at the same time is nearly impossible. Just as having traits like hunger for power & recognition of hypocrisy together -as something deserving contempt. The conflicting ideas humans harbor in their lives are woven inextricably in their fabric of existence. The design of existence would never have been complete otherwise. The machinery of existence wouldn’t have continued so unceasingly if humans weren’t made of this duality. That’s survival of the highest form, against the most extreme of conditions. The capacity to murder somebody or somebody’s right to freedom or their right to life & the tenderness that birth or creation elicits, is what keeps the human race going, always moving forward.
Highly populated countries experience the tenderness of birth to its purest extent; however, they are disparate within themselves & are unaware of their own dual nature.
Animals shy away from complicating their lives further than necessary, for survival, food & then maybe shelter. Any other complex emotion that they experience is isolated for birth. Even there the complexity arises because of the idea of survival, but for the survival of something of you through another.
So then why should war & strife be considered an evil & birth a boon? There cannot exist one without the other or shall I say ‘we’ won’t exist one without the other.
An act of creation should be as pondered upon as an act of war would ideally have been. We have forgotten what the birth of another individual entails. With dulled attitudes & superficial lives lead within the strict unseen borders of society, we have reduced birth to a mere rite, a necessary celebration for the passage into another phase of life. Numb to contempt & rife with only self preserving love, youngsters grow like the grass on a rich mans soil. Watered & cared for but being only an ornament, a passé meal for a drugged eye.