It’s only a small piece

I wonder at our will to survive
The contortions of the mind
Anything is changeable in the face of survival
Anything can be endured
It doesn’t feel like enduring any-more
So either I’m numb or I’m very very good
Perhaps both
I think I’m forgetting how to be a human
It should sadden me
But it seems my capacity for such things is diminished

Similar things happen to people who need survive from a physical standpoint
We evolve to the extreme merely to survive
But we lose what it is we were living for in the first place
Precisely after we lose our ability to mourn its passing