Auld Lang Syne – chapter 43

(This is a chapter from The Fruit Fly Strikes Back – the sequel to Live Like A Fruit Fly)

Out of the 525,600 minutes in a year, the first few are my absolute favorite.

The ball in Times Square starts its decent on New Year’s Eve and with ten seconds left, we all count down together.

10..

9..

8..

7..

6..

5..

4..

3..

2..

1..

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Kisses, hugs and handshakes immediately follow and we’re all filled with hope and good wishes for the year to come.

Now here’s my favorite part: we all get on our cellphones and scramble to connect with loved ones scattered throughout this planet of ours. But the cell sites and satellites can’t handle the massive influx of hundreds of millions or even billions of people singularly focused at simultaneously spreading joy. And then we’re forced to redial a couple of times until we finally get through.

God, I love that. I really just love that.

Do you want to be the change you wish to see in the world? Bring this level of openness, hope and joy to the very next person you encounter. Whether it be face to face, on the phone, through a text message or even by carrier pigeon.

And please make no exception. It might not be easy, but everyone, as of this moment, gets a clean slate. Try it with the next person and the person after that and the person after that and… (repeating indefinitely).

Don’t worry if your brother is always in a cranky mood, come to him as if it’s New Year’s Eve. Maybe he’s reading this right now as well and he’ll come to you in the same way. And if not, do it anyway. Love heals. It will heal you both.

This is the resolution of a Fruit Fly and we don’t have time to wait until January 1st.

Live like a fruit fly.

Harry: What does this song mean? My whole life, I don’t know what this song means. I mean, ‘Should old acquaintance be forgot’? Does that mean that we should forget old acquaintances, or does it mean if we happened to forget them, we should remember them, which is not possible because we already forgot?

Sally: Well, maybe it just means that we should remember that we forgot them or something. Anyway, it’s about old friends.

They kiss. (from When Harry Met Sally)

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A Letter To You

(This is the newest chapter of The Fruit Fly Strikes Back – The sequel to my book Live Like A Fruit Fly)

It’s Just Us – chapter 50

I love old memories.

They’re like dust covered treasure maps hidden in the dark attic of your mind. Seemingly gone forever until a mysterious wind blows and instantly uncovers those lost moments in full technicolor.

I love how old memories simultaneously feel like five lifetimes ago and five minutes ago.

My ears burn from the cold wind but I’m smiling. Peripherally, I realize my dad isn’t holding on to the seat any longer. I’m riding a bike by myself for the first time. Freedom. I hear him laughing and clapping in the distance.

And poof, just like that, I turned forty.

But no rants of disbelief this year. No full-court press against gray hairs.

Just you and I sharing this moment together. And soon this moment, like all moments, will

recrystallize into a memory and settle under the dust and darkness.

Before it does though, I want to let you know how grateful I am that you’re here with me.

Live like a fruit fly.