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

Archive for the category “earth”

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.

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A Letter To Phillip Phillips

I’m sorry I’ve only recently realized this, but “Home” is one of the sweetest, sunniest, most perfect tunes I’ve ever heard.

What caused the delay in my discovery? C’mon man, you’re from Idol. And, well, you know…

Anyway…I listen to this song over and over again while I drive back and forth from Starbucks. Because it’s rock music, and because of the way my head is screwed on, I always assumed you were singing to a specific girl.

But tonight as I was in the car, my soul perked its ears up and it heard something completely different.

Maybe you’re not singing to a girl. Maybe it’s not even you singing in the song. Maybe, just maybe, it’s someone singing to you. Who? You know who.

God.

Listen to your lyrics:

Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave (wave) is stringing us along
Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m gonna make this place your home

Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m gonna make this place your home

Even if I’m wrong about this on the surface, I’m right.

Thank you for reminding us that we’re not alone,
gabe

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Dear North Korea

(Here’s another post by a friend who writes angelically on her blog:
The Other Side Of Ugly)

Dear North Koreans,

I believe as members of the human race you could not sincerely support the actions of your government, just as many of the “we the people” in America do not like what the American government does. In many ways it is easy to feel that ones hands are tied, and in many ways they are.

But this is not why I am writing.

I’m writing because I wanted to say I’m sorry.

I’m sincerely sorry because I can only imagine that the vast majority of you are very frightened right now. Certainly I would be.

But please remember that you are noble members of the HUMAN RACE and ultimately answer to a higher source than any that exists on earth.

The people of Earth may come in many colors, sizes and shapes but all are free even if told otherwise ~ even when your hands are tied behind your backs.

While governments may take action that ultimately jeopardize the human body of the those whom they rule over, I just want you to know that they can never rule over any human truly.

Only you can rule over the “I” that lives inside of the beautiful tent called the human body.

Each of you exist for a reason. Each of you have a purpose. Each of you are glorious in your own right. Each of you are made up of the very same essence as that of stardust, allowing you to shine bright regardless of your circumstances.

Shine bright dear Korean people, know that you are loved.

Know that humanity as a whole remembers you in their thoughts and desires peace for you as much as for themselves.

There is one whom I love very much who reminds me daily that miracles are unfolding right now. Today you are being entrusted with the call to be the light in this often dark world … and whether you see it or not dear human, that’s the beauty of being one of life’s living miracles…

The world cares about your circumstances … and the beings of the world hope … we hope and we wont stop.

Love,
One Behalf of Many

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color of your dreams

Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream,
It is not dying, it is not dying

Lay down all thought, surrender to the void,
Is it shining? Is it shining?

That you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being

Love is all and love is everyone
Is it knowing? Is it knowing?

That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing

But listen to the colour of your dreams
Is it not living, is it not living

Or play the game “Existence” to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning

Tomorrow Never Knows
— The Beatles —

“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

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A Letter To Me

—-Are angels real?

—-Yes. 100%.

—-Either my friend Sheri is an angel or she has one whispering in her ear
when she writes The Other Side Of Ugly. Probably both.

—-Here’s a beautiful email she sent me yesterday:

When I was walking today, it was really foggy out, and it felt so mystical, so Avalonish. I saw these 2 kids, maybe 15-16 years old. Holding hands, laughing, the girl playishly punching her guy in the arm. Both waiting to cross the street. I was caught up in their youthfulness.

I remembered my first kiss, how afraid I was. I remembered going roller skating every Friday with the boy I liked and the “slow” skate where we could hold hands and show off our relationship.

So as I watched these kids run across the street my mind was flooded with these beautiful memories of just being young, no responsibilities beyond helping take care of my brother and sister.

I thought for the very first time in my life, I want to be that age again. I want to feel that innocent beautiful trusting love. I want to be with someone who likes to play. I want a boyfriend/husband who likes to brag that I’m his girl. I want to feel excited when I’m with my girlfriends to share the awesomeness of my guy. I want each kiss to always feel like magic…and so my story was born.

By watching two young teenagers experiencing something that one day they will wish they had again…

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A Letter To Almost Famous

No other movie comes close to capturing it like you do and I’m grateful.

What’s “it”?

It, is music.

It, is love.

It, is the love of music.

It, is that sometimes hazy, sometimes clear memory of the first soulful experience with each.

“I have to go home”

“You are home.”

The words she knows the tune she hums,
gabe

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“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

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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)

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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.

A Letter To This Fucked Up Life Of Ours

Dear Life,

I’ll be brief because I don’t want to keep you away from your all important, full time job of confusing the living shit out of everyone.

I’m watching Saving Private Ryan. I saw it when it first came out in 1998 and it left me shell shocked. The next time I caught it was years later, late night in a hotel room in Atlanta. I was there for some corporate training nonsense because weeks before, I talked my way into some ridiculous technical recruiting gig. Like everyone else, I had bills to pay.

I don’t remember crying in the movie theater but all alone in this dark hotel room, I wept from the core of my being. I covered my eyes with my hands and tears flowed down my fingers while Giovanni Rivisi’s character lay dying from bullet wounds in that grassy field. Right before you, Life, left him, he panted, “Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.”

I literally couldn’t handle it. I needed to talk to someone and since you were the only one around, I picked up the pen and paper next to the phone on the nightstand.

I wrote furiously about seizing the day and making the most of every moment. And now it’s years and years later and I’ve definitely been living a little more, but not to the level where it really counts. And the clock continues to tick.

The thing is, as you know, you keep getting in the way.

Which leads me to ask, what do you want from me man?

I’m not going to wait around for you to write back because I already know the answer. You don’t want a goddamn thing from me. But I can tell by the way things unfold, you strongly suggest that I keep following my gut. And keep being as kind as I can.

Which I will. I promise.

I just wish you could make things a little easier for all of us.

With love and gratitude,
gabe

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“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

Click here now—>;;;;;;;Amazon or B&N to order Live Like A Fruit Fly – The Secret You Already Know

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