Be

You know, every now and then you run into somebody who has had one of those kind of lives. I’m talking about the kind you see in the movies, where every dark cloud has a black lining and ever glimmer of hope is a mirage. Well, I just happened to be one of the unlucky bastards who has lived one of those lives. But maybe it’s not just me. Maybe we’re all just unlucky bitches and bastards born into the cauldron of constant drama. The amazing thing is that when the pot is not being stirred, the stew can actually taste good. That is the deceptive part. When our taste buds are tantalized by an exotic flavor we forget we could starve to death in a matter of days. But I guess that’s the beauty of life, to savor a moment. Cause moments are all we have. The next breath could be the last.

But what makes us breathe?  

The answer is simple: Fear.

Fear of not knowing.

But wouldn’t it be nice if we did not know fear? If we could just fly! Or just fall off the planet and go drifting in space with no worries of food or bath or sickness or health or politics or religion or relationships or wars or even wine. Would life have meaning if we could just float? Would we cherish it if there were no chaos to overcome? Probably not. We are addicted to drama. That’s why we love stories, movies, tales and even those dreaded news reports.

The impossible dream is to just Be.

I don’t know what the world is. I don’t know why I want to be in it, or why I want to leave it. There are those who claim to know why we are here, but I don’t believe them. I don’t think anyone actually knows what they really truly believe. Would you believe what you do if you had been born on an island with no contact with anyone? How can we ever know ourselves? From birth, we have been corrupted by others’ concepts. But if it were possible to be born just to Be; to BE in the moment with no need to be anywhere else or to believe anything, that might be bliss. But we can never know because we cannot just Be.

Be