Perspective In Life Takes Time Invested In Truth, Awareness And Positive Reflection.
In our blind, gluttonous rush to succeed and conquer all at any cost – to achieve and be everything we’ve ever dreamt of – we wear ourselves down to the barest thread of humanity.
Until we stress out, become ill, and collapse.
We’re left cannibalizing our Soul for another sliver of Spiritual Sustenance.
Why Life Is A Mess Of Dismay, Regrets And Worry.
When that’s the recipe we’ve been working from since we don’t know when.
“How mindlessly cluttered and overburdened we’ve become in our futile trajectory to do more, to be more.”
Problem is, we don’t always realize just how much energy we’re exerting and wasting on all the wrong things.
WE FORCE LIFE
Through A Sieve.
Re-engineer its DNA until we’ve concocted the GMO of Existence.
Neutered unrecognizable, even unpalatable.
We Mocked Mortality.
Usurped time to play.
Fun at any cost.
We did Life Right.
We rolled like it would never end.
“Then we let it die when we learned to tell time and haven’t stopped mourning or counting days.”
And, we don’t know why.
THERE’S NO FINISH LINE
In Life …
Death, you say?
A conjunction between two omnipresent planes.
Threshold to the Hereafter … Whereafter?
Continuum to Eternity.
So why are we always sprinting full out to get someplace we don’t need to be?
LIFE IS PERPETUAL
Filled With Miracles.
Small, nearly imperceptible ones we rarely acknowledge or understand.
And, just the right amount of tribulations, pain, sorrow …
To balance the Universe.
Through At Warp Speed Negates The Meaning Of The Journey.
We miss everything – Our True Purpose – to focus only on the end.
The destination is not the ultimate reward.
But a conduit to an unknown path yet unexplored.
About Obsessive Deliberation
The Maraschino Cherry …
Took six years of laboratory experimentation to be perfected by American Professor Ernest H. Wiegand in the 1920s.
“Why it took Dearest Ernest so long to labor over a pitted, artificially-sweetened, dead fruit – hopped up on red food dye #4 – stretches my bewilderment to the zenith of WTF.”
Cherries were just fine and dandy before being Zombiefied.
MY HUMBLE POINT
Life Is Beautiful.
If not obvious.
Love it at face value.
Everyday you’re here.
Crappy ones, especially.
Now, is there really such a thing as a Bad Hair Day?
Wherever, Or If Ever?
The Cherry on Top.
And, everything in between.
REDUCE LIFE TO A GENTLE SIMMER
Not So Fast, Darling.
Open the blinds.
Let the Sun shine.
Love love …
All The Way Off The Grid.
The web can do without us for a day.
Breathe likes it your first breath.
Not your last.
At A Time.
Doing a half-a
ssed job on a bunch of menial tasks simultaneously …
Leave perfection to The Creator.
He’s awesome at it.
GIVE IT LOVE
All You’ve Got
For that single moment.
Then the next.
More Love than you’ve ever given.
Or, know exists …
Now, you’re onto to something special.
Is The Insufferable Flirtation Of Hope Realized.
The Muse of Emotion.
It excites us.
Sublime energy propelling us to Dream, to Create… to Be.
In This Moment.
And, no other.
Be Faithful to the Here and Now.
This exact place and time has earned your devotion.
In Community And Fellowship.
Hold nothing inside.
NEVER FORSAKE TEARS
Crying Is … Sad Laughter.
Still, its laughter.
Laughter is infectious goodness of heart expressed.
Ever cried then laughed a moment on?
Like liquid Sunshine on a warm day.
“We have enough sh!t we don’t need.”
And, so little of what we do.
Is The Ideal Speed Of Love.
It takes its sweet time.
All it needs.
All of the heart.
FILL YOUR BUCKET LIST
Not Exclusively With Destinations And Grandiose Achievements.
These are nice and fine.
Markers of affluence, success and fulfillment of altruistic goals.
… Unfulfilling in the True Prophecy of Your Blessed Life.
Add Forgiveness, Truth, Love … to the list.
Share your thoughts.
Scream it, if you must.
Hear your voice.
Perhaps, for the first time.
With Your Heart.
Like God was at the podium.
Perhaps, for the first time.
How’s That Feel?
A casual stroll.
Ride a bike.
A favorite place.
Maybe They’re Onto Something.
“Doing stuff is overrated. Like Hitler. He did a lot. But don’t we all wish he woulda just stayed home and gotten stoned?”
Said Dex (Donal Logue) in The Tao of Steve.
HOME (NOT ALONE)
The Most Comfortable Place In Your World.
Get Kuched …
Obliterate mind clutter.