Judgment Is Mine Saith…

She watched her father hang himself.

He did it right in front of her.

She was nine.

I just met her about an hour ago as we were walking into Starbucks at the same time and I asked her what the tattoo on the inside of her arm said.

“Your smile is always with me.”

Isn’t it amazing how we judge others?

I’m not talking about you or me of course. I mean the general we. The cunts out there in society.

We see a grown woman. With a few tats. Who’s been to rehab. Who’s struggling to get by. Who’s strangulated by old ghosts.
And what do we do?

We judge the living fuck out of her. For having issues. For not being “successful”.

How dare we…

Like we could have handled it any better.

Please.

As if we were responsible for the grand gift of the Brady Bunch childhoods we were given which enabled us to go to good schools, feel love, etc.

Luck of the draw my friends. Luck. Of. The. Draw.

Self righteous Republicans, aka false Christians (I say Republicans because a progressive person’s mind couldn’t even conceive of this – and I say false Christians because Jesus would crush these money changers at the temple doors), take all the credit for their successes and are lightning quick to blame others for their failures.

But they fail to realize, or better yet, refuse to realize, that we’re ALL still children. All still children, trying to make it day by day in these adult bodies. And just because they were dealt a full house from the get go, it sure as shit doesn’t mean they’re better card players – as they proclaim they are from their pulpits and political puppet shows.

So, with that, I’m damn grateful for the pair of deuces I’ve been given. They may have more than I do, and maybe more than you, but at least we’re kind. At least we know to love our neighbor as if they are us.

And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Ever.

Thank you, dear reader, for trading your time to read these words.

Sending you good vibes.

Please receive them.

love/thanks,
gb

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O Captain! My Captain!

I just walked passed a quarter mile of sand fleas lying dead along the shoreline.

I presume they weren’t smokers and I’m pretty sure they weren’t couch potatoes. But there they rested, regardless.

The universe, for unknowable reasons (or no reason at all), put contracts out on their lives and the high tide played the part of the hitman.

Sad, if you’re the sand flea’s loved ones, but seemingly a natural process and daily occurrence.

So, what does this say about death?

It happens. Sometimes, out of nowhere.

But the better question is: what does this say about life?

To me it says – don’t just exist, live.
Really live.

Consciously.

Lightheartedly.

And as Thoroeu said, confidentially.

It’s been carefully calculated that over one hundred billion people have already lived and subsequently died on this planet of ours.

And I got news for you kiddo, you’re going to be one of them.

I know it can be rough out there, but in the end, you’ll feel grateful to have drummed up the courage to give the finger to fear. You’ll be grateful to have cut your own path. You’ll be grateful to have lived with kindness in your heart.

If you were “successful” in your pursuits or not, in the eyes of the universe, you’ll be a success.

I promise.

Seize the day.

Live like a fruit fly.

And, R.I.P. Robin Williams. I sincerely hope you’ve been reunited with departed comics, relatives and dead poets.

“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, Author, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success

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I don’t know about wine.

I don’t know my way around Manhattan.

I don’t know what I’m going to do with the rest of my life.

All I know is that I currently reside on a spherical rock which rotates on its axis at 1,000 miles per hour while it revolves around a massive fireball at 67,000 miles per hour.

And that’s more than enough for me right now.

That, and music.

And kindness. 

“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, Author, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success

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