What is important for you? Is it the air you breathe? Here, every breath is so fresh, it really seems special. I like to remember that. How precious it is. Our relationships, so tenuous, so fragile, so ethereal, we must honor them at all times. A blessing to feel connected to someone, even for a second, share a joke or share something. It's like holding hands in free fall. Since we are all falling at exactly the same speed, it seems that we are not falling at all. We share this illusion, of not falling, but we're all falling, until we take our last breath and the journey ends, and people gather around our corpse and sits motionless, feeling the loss. It's as if all of us, sharing this existence, were in the same elevator as it descends, sharing the inevitable pull of gravity to... the first floor.
What is important for you? Isn't it the trip? How do you feel when you get out of the elevator? What was your experience with all the others? Did you link? Was it significant? or scary, or painful? Is your life worthy of you? Is it sacred, joyful and profound, free and open? Or do you hate yourself inside for leading a less than magnificent existence? A life that has been stripped of all its dignity due to the foul taste left by cigarettes and alcohol, the gross and ubiquitous commodification of every aspect of its existence, the yolk of capitalism firmly mounted on our shoulders,, fighting for the the next dollar needed to stay alive, to be comfortable. Sell your soul to survive or prosper.
You have been crushed by the weight of the system. You must compromise something so precious and sacred in order to survive and get here. What have you sacrificed to get here? Did you sell part of your soul? That's everyone's little secret behind the happy faces. Don't worry, if you're reading this, you're probably still whole or holy, and don't need to feel shame or remorse.
After all, there is something within that remains forever spotless and unblemished, our saving grace. This is how we can go and love each other and forgive, and never be arrogant, as if to judge.
The system is to bring you down, like a young horse, to tame you into an obedient slave, with your spirit diminished and compromised. Why is it so exciting to watch children? Is it not because you can see the human in it's free and unbroken state? But if they go to school, it won't be true for long. They too will be broken.
I asked in the past, why do children stop skipping at a certain age? Perhaps it is a sign that they have been robbed of their sense of delight and enchantment, and their unbridled lust for life has become adult, that is, severely diminished, and the game is no longer so carefree and easy. Because, you may notice that adults have forgotten how to play freely and need to get drunk.
In the story called Peter Pan, the little flying boy did not want to grow up. Why is that? This essay addresses that question. What do we lose to get here?