Humanity's Unlearned Lessons

Hidden treasures missed, self consumes...

That first line of the poem below wasn’t just poetry—it was a mirror. A mirror to society, to myself, to the human condition. And as I reflect deeper, what stings more than anything is the realization that we haven’t just missed the treasures around us—we’ve forgotten to even look for them.

We're obsessed with ourselves. Not in the self-love kind of way—I'm talking about self-absorption. The kind that turns our eyes inward so tightly we forget the world around us even exists. And in that forgetting, in that blindness, we neglect the beauty in others, the wisdom of the past, and the silent screams of the Earth.

I guess what I see in our world—what I can’t unsee—is patterns. I see humans repeating the same mistakes over and over again like we're caught in a script written long before we were born. We keep playing the same roles. The villain. The victim. The bystander. The savior. The oppressor. The rebel. Over and over, the wheel spins, and we call it history.

Don’t believe in religion? Fine. Read a history book.

You’ll still find the same cycles, etched in time like an ancient code that no one’s truly tried to rewrite. We rise. We fall. We rebuild. We destroy. We rise again. We fall harder. Then we ask, Why is the world like this? The answer is simple: we won’t change the damn pattern.

We devastate countries in the name of power. We enslave people and pretend it's in the past while benefiting from the ripple effects today. We abuse children, emotionally, physically, generationally. We pillage the Earth like we’re never going to need it tomorrow. And somehow, we call this "progress."

Sometimes I wonder if God is running an experiment to see how many generations it’ll take before we finally get it. Spoiler alert: it’s not going well.

But maybe it’s not about God. Maybe it’s just about us. Maybe we’ve been given all the tools: wisdom in scrolls, pain in our history, truth in our stories. Maybe the question isn’t, “When will God fix us?” Maybe the question is, “When will we stop choosing ignorance over evolution?”

I think about ancestral trauma often—how so many of us are carrying pain we didn’t even create. We were born into broken systems and asked to heal what we didn’t shatter. And some of us—maybe you reading this—are trying. But even that trying gets lonely, because it feels like the majority don’t even see the system as broken.

They think surviving is the same as living. It’s not.

Living means noticing the blooms. Surviving means being too exhausted to care that they exist.

Living means learning from the past. Surviving means repeating it because it’s all we’ve ever known.

Living means breaking the cycle. Surviving means becoming it.

The cost of survival shouldn’t be our humanity.

Yet, here we are.

So I’ll keep writing about it. I’ll keep speaking about it. And I’ll keep choosing to see the patterns—not to shame them—but to finally break them. Because someone has to.

Let it start with us.

Lets right the wrongs of humanity's unlearned lessons!