Born. Or Maybe, Die First?

Eat.
Move.
Excrete.
Die.

If stripped down to its core, life feels like nothing more than a biological process.
Yet, somewhere along the way, we start wanting more.

We want meaning.
We want beauty in the way we live.
We want to speak with elegance, express ourselves, be remembered.

But maybe, more than anything, we just want to be seen.
To matter.
To leave some kind of trace behind.

Yet, what if all of this—our longing for purpose, our need for recognition—is nothing but color we have painted onto existence?

Have Humans Really Changed Over 2,000 Years?

Civilization advances.
Technology evolves.
We build cities, invent systems, and convince ourselves that we are smarter than those who came before us.

But are we really so different?

Two thousand years ago, humans fought over land, pride, power.
And today, somewhere on this planet, humans are still fighting.
Still competing. Still clashing. Still struggling over the same desires.

Maybe our tools have changed.
Maybe we argue with keyboards instead of swords.
Maybe our battles take place on screens instead of battlefields.

But at our core, we are still the same species—with the same instincts, the same fears, the same contradictions.

Born or Die First—Does It Even Matter?

We glorify birth. We mourn death.
Yet, fundamentally, both are simply transitions—one into existence, one out of it.

Maybe there is no real difference between them.
Maybe it is only humans who have decided that one is beautiful and the other is tragic.
Maybe, all of it is just a story we have told ourselves.

Conclusion: Life and Death Are Just Names We Give to Change

Existence is nothing more than movement—
an endless transition from one state to another.

And whether we call it birth, life, or death
depends entirely on the colors we decide to paint onto it.