Reflections to the First

As I look around my plane of reality, I am struck by how life constantly struggles to survive. This struggle to adapt, evolve, and find new ways to keep going sparks my curiosity and leads me to question it.

Why is this fight to survive so universal across all forms of life? What drives this persistent battle against death? Is there a deeper reason behind this struggle, or is it something beyond my understanding?

If life continually shapes and transforms, does this mean that the First Life is still present in all forms of life today? Could it be that we are all manifestations of the same original life, with our sense of individuality simply being an illusion created by the memory of this interconnected existence?