THE PARADOX OF SURVIVAL
jerry KWATCHEY@kwatcheyjerry128608
3 hours ago
#poetry
THE PARADOX OF SURVIVAL
By SIMU
Our ancestors woke up every day
to problems that had teeth.
Real teeth.
Twelve-inch, nightmare-grade,
“one wrong step and something eats you” teeth.
They weren’t debating vibes,
they were the vibes —
the trembling in the bushes,
the whisper of survival,
the heartbeat deciding whether the tribe
saw another sunrise.
They hunted beasts that looked engineered
by a stressed-out God.
They crossed deserts where the sun
took personal offence at their existence.
They survived winters meant to delete entire species
from the face of the earth.
Pain was their language.
Courage was their currency.
And hope…
hope was the only luxury they could afford.
These were the men and women
who wrestled nature to a standstill.
Who bent destiny just enough
for us to take our first comfortable breath.
And now?
After all that sacrifice?
After outrunning extinction with bare feet?
Gen Z is standing in ring light glow
arguing passionately about
whether Mercury is in Gatorade
and why someone didn’t like their TikTok video.
The ancestors are watching us from the spirit realm like:
“Ahhh so… we fought dinosaurs so you people
can cry because your crush left you on read?”
Some are even checking their celestial calendars like:
“Maybe we should have let the saber-tooth tiger finish the job.”
Yet…
in this absurd comedy we call modern life,
there is a strange wisdom.
A quiet truth.
Survival is no longer only about claws and cold —
now it is about minds and meaning,
identity and connection,
loneliness and noise.
The monsters have changed shape.
They no longer roar in the forest;
they whisper in screens,
in expectations,
in the pressure to be perfect,
liked, validated, seen.
And still —
just like our ancestors —
we wake up, we push forward,
we stumble, we struggle,
we laugh in the face of chaos,
and somehow…
somehow…
we survive.
A Reflection from the SIMU Collection.
