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

Archive for the month “May, 2013”

The Most Crucial 258 Seconds Of Your Life Starts Now

Freedom in 258 seconds:

“In Live Like a Fruit Fly, Gabe Berman shares his recipe for living a more joyful,worthwhile, and abundant life in every way. A witty, entertaining, and insightful read.” ~Deepak Chopra


To this Day

The most important video ever made.

All people must see this.

We need to teach kindness over everything. – gabe

Riders On The Storm

Ray Manzarek, the keyboardist from The Doors and coolest cat in the universe, died today of bile duct cancer. He was seventy-four.

Are you fucking kidding me man?

I’m sick of this already. Cancer is getting to be like the goddamn common cold.

But you know we can beat it, right?

If this great country of ours, with all of its wealth and ingenuity, decided to eradicate cancer, we would. It’s that simple.

In 1903, we were the first to fly. And just sixty-six years later, we landed on the moon.

How? We promised ourselves as a nation we would.

We are the lizard kings and if we want, we can do anything.

We just have to want it bad enough. We have to turn all attention to it. Even if it isn’t entirely profitable. But obviously, as of now, it isn’t a priority.

Hopefully our priorities will change soon.

Change before it’s too late.


Knock Knock Neo

It’s official – we’re in the goddamn Matrix.

I’m at Starbucks and the music is blasting. I can clearly hear it through my headphones and for the most part, it sucks.

So, I asked them if they can turn it don’t a notch. Without making eye contact, the girl behind the counter said, “Not during frappy hour.”

Frappy hour? Are you fucking kidding me man?

“Do not try to bend the spoon. For that is impossible. Only try to realize the truth: there is no spoon. Then you will see that it’s not the spoon that bends, but only yourself.”

(I swear, a woman wearing a red dress just walked in. Holy shit. A sign? Definitely.)


Read my new book:

Another Sneak Peek Inside The Sequel To – Live Like A Fruit Fly

9/11/11 – Ten Years Later – chapter 29

The majority of your worries are meaningless.

Yes, I’m talking to you. If I could grab you by the shirt, slam you against the wall and scream it in your face, I swear I would.

The majority…

of your worries…


Wait, did I just drop an F-bomb? You bet your ass I did.

How can I be so callous? How dare I be so insensitive?

I know what you’re thinking, “Gabe, you have no idea what I’m going through. Summer camp was so expensive and I my husband just sits on the couch and…”

And I hear someone else saying, “I’m pretty sure my boss is looking to replace me and my gym membership is expiring soon and…”

Shut up. Just shut up for a minute. I’m sorry to be so rude but since you and I go back a long way, I can’t allow you to lose so much perspective. To be honest, you sound pretty silly.

It’s only been ten years. Have you already forgotten?

Please step into my DeLorean. The flux-capacitor is fully charged and we just need to get this baby up to 88 mph.

(Lights flash, flaming tire marks)

It’s the morning of September 12th, 2001. You barely slept because you were watching the news all night. Your eyes burn from crying. The world is in chaos.

Maybe your daughter is dead. Or maybe it was a guy you went to high school with. Maybe you neighbor’s dad was on vacation but every member of his firehouse was crushed to death when Tower 2 collapsed.

You literally don’t have space in your brain to worry about what was plaguing you on September 9th. I know you’d trade this horror for the “problems” from a few days ago. You’d definitely be dealing with less regrets than you’re dealing with now. Maybe you just be a little bit nicer. A little bit more forgiving. A little bit more generous with your time.

And I have feeling the people who were murdered yesterday wouldn’t have taken their day-to-day so seriously if the knew how things were going to unfold.

(Lights flash, flaming tire marks)

Hey McFly, we’re back to the present. It’s September 11th, 2011. Hopefully this day will turn out to be just like it was yesterday and just like it will be tomorrow. Relatively uneventfully.

Did your new flat screen TV just break? Are you kids driving you nuts? Is your boyfriend a selfish idiot? Suck it up and go out there and live your life abundantly. Why? Because you have the opportunity to and Morty Frank, a good guy I went to high school with, doesn’t. He perished at the World Trade Center shortly after arriving to work that day.

Don’t be so selfish. Don’t be so greedy. Don’t be so angry. Don’t hold back your love. If you want to volunteer at an animal shelter and you actually have the time to, shut off the TV and make it happen.

Maybe your life has sucked up until this moment. Well, join the club. But there’s still time left to make your life extraordinary.

Did you ever think in a million years that 9/11 would happen? Then what the hell are you waiting for?

You don’t owe it to Morty Frank and you don’t owe it to the starving kids in Africa. You owe it to yourself.

Live like a fruit fly.


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