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by Gabe Berman – the author of Live Like a Fruit Fly

The Visitor Comes And Goes

Isn’t life amazing?

No, not the day to day life. That obviously undulates. Love. Losing love. Good health. COVID19 etc.

I’m talking about life itself. What animates us. As well as the trees and millipedes and narwhals etc.

Isn’t it miraculous that the chair I’m sitting on right now as I type to you is composed of similar elements as my human body but yet I’m alive and it isn’t?

It’s like Life is a visitor. It stays with me day in and day out and then all of a sudden, unannounced, it leaves.

Thinking aloud about this just makes me want to be more kind to myself.

Maybe I will be – starting now.

Fewer judgements of my thoughts I don’t like. Fewer judgments of my body. Fewer judgments of my judgments.

And maybe if we were all a bit kinder to ourselves, we’d be kinder to each other.

And if you’re reading this right now, thank you…

  • gb

P.S The crazy thing is, I had no idea, at all, where this post was going to go when I started it. It took its own path. Just like the river of Life. I just knew it was time to write something so I did. And I’m grateful I listened to that inner nudge. So, with that, if you’re still reading this, I’m breathing with you.

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Right Through My Damn Phone

If you’re scared and/or lonely tonight, I understand completely. And I’m with you.

It’s tough to be in these bodies of ours sometimes. Especially now.

So, please don’t judge yourself too harshly. Or allow the judgment of others to get to you to deeply. And please let go of the comparisons you might make between yourself and the facade of perfection, joyousness, and having-their-shit-together you’ll see so often with people on social media.

Just be authentic. And be kind to yourself. And to others. We’re going to get through this. And with that said, I’m giving you a hug through my phone right now.

Whoever you are, without exception.

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We Don’t Need To Ask For Directions

You Are Me And I Am You

I got so sad on a walk earlier.

I ambled through an upscale neighborhood and I saw a Haitian gardener in his late 50’s walking back to his truck.

I said hi and waved because that’s what I do when I see anyone. Always.

He looked at me, wiped the sweat from his face with his shirt and said, “Hello sir.”

Sir.

An automatic response. A reflex.

And it broke my heart.

I wanted, so badly, to ask him to take off his boot, remove his sweaty sock, and allow me to kiss his foot.

To make sure he knew we are equal. And how much I appreciate his kindness. And how much I appreciate his existence.

But all I could do is smile and say, “Have a good day.”

And he smiled back.

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You May Say I’m A Dreamer

I haven’t had Rice Krispies since like… I don’t know when.

But I’m not going to worry about carbs or anything else silly today.

Because I’m really just so grateful to have food, a roof over my head and not to be on a ventilator.

Imagine how simple and peaceful our lives would have been if this is how we judged ourselves and others before the outbreak?

Maybe we can allow this time to realize a true lesson about life (and love) and we’ll able to abide more like this after the dust settles.

Imagine?

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A Silver Lining Of COVID-19

Food in your fridge. Staying off of a ventilator. How much love you have for others. How much you help others.

This is what it means to be successful today.

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Today’s Coronavirus Thoughts

Two butterflies are ballet dancing just above my front lawn while I’m sitting outside having coffee.

Spontaneously and simultaneously choreographed by the great string puller in the sky.

They separate and find each other. Separate and find each other. Separate and find each other.

Butterfly kissing the way young lovers do.

Seemingly without any knowledge of what we humans are going through and might be facing.

But maybe they’re dancing so gleefully today because they’re waiting to get their planet back from us. Since, obviously, we can’t be trusted with it.

But hopefully, after the dust settles and the virus disappears, we’ll finally learn to live more harmoniously with our brothers and sisters.

Regardless of species.

“Make sure the only thing you leave behind are your footprints.” – Dave Matthews

love/thanks,

– gb

P.S – Please don’t allow social media to fear-shame you. These are authentically scary times. But with that, please keep a little space open for faith. We’re going to be okay. Love to you all.

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Veal Karmasan

Maybe the coronavirus is universal retribution for how abysmally we have treated animals just so we can have our burgers and chicken wings and crab legs.

If so, regardless of how apocalyptic things become, we’ll be getting off easy.

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Divorced From Judgment

They wiped tears from their eyes which made me wipe away a few of my own.

With that, I know my lack of success is most often how I’m judged but I sometimes reflexively cry just from the site of unguarded joy and today that’s enough. Enough for me.

And if joy and kindness and mercy and gratefulness and compassion melts you (as well as defines you), I swear to everything holy that you’re enough too.

Read This Before Going To Sleep

I double dog dare you to find something better than this:

I was just pulling into a parking lot while an elderly couple crossed the street adjacent to my car.

The husband was half a step behind his wife and when she saw me inch closer, she instinctively reached back for his hand in mid conversation, and he instinctively took it.

We live in world plagued by illusions hell bent on convincing us that there are things more meaningful than this.

But there aren’t.

We can accept that now or on our death beds.

Thank you, as always, for trading your time for my words. It means the world to me.

love/thanks,

gabe

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