Five Years Short Years
Hey, guess what?
Everyone you care about will be dead soon.
Dead, as in no pulse. Blank stares. Cold skin. Never to be heard from again.
Go scroll through the photos in your phone. Corpses. All of them.
Maybe not today or tomorrow or even in a few months, or maybe not, if so fortunate, for another eighty years, but as Dr. David Hawkins said, “The final moment arises unannounced…quite unexpectedly.”
What can we do about this?
Nothing. We’re fucked. “No one here gets out alive,” sang Mr. Mojo Risin.
And you would think this utter obviousness would wake us up.
Wake us up to the realization that only unconditional kindness, not constant competition, is the only path to a graceful, peaceful life. For the giver and receiver.
Kindness expressed to all of life. Not just for the photos in our phone. Yes, even the people who relentlessly cold call day and night about some shit they’re trying to sell you.
Those people are people too. Just doing what they can to survive just like you. Needing to feed themselves and their families just like you.
Yes, surviving this life can be a battle. And we must take up arms. But with that, it’s high time we evolve to making kindness our sword as well as our shield.
I promise you it’s the only way.
This comes up for me today, and now for you, because it’s December 11th, 2017 and my dad died one thousand, eight hundred and twenty-five days ago.
If he could come back from the other side for just a few moments, I think this would be one of the things he’d tell us. That, and, I waited too long to get my tires rotated but at least I finally did this morning.
thank you for taking your time to read this – it truly means the world to me,