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

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Vesuvius

I am charged today with the task of adding a bit of beauty to our world.

Who appointed me with this mission?

Me.

And now that I have, I wish I actually had something beautiful to say.

I wish I could write a sentence out of thin air that drips with lusciousness or explodes violently like a volcano. A sentence someone would read and subsequently say to themselves, “Damn Jack, that was exquisite.”

But I can’t.

I got nothing.

However, as the universe would have, I’m now compelled to say this:

Earlier today I saw a Facebook post from a friend who said she was feeling alone. And attached to her words was an authentic, palpable, sullen vibe.

In response I said, “It’s awful to feel that way, but you’re not.”

How could she be alone when I’m taking a breath with her in that moment?

And, as for you dear reader, if you’re ever feeling alone, or sad, or anxious, or lost, or not enough, I hope you’re caused to remember to take breath with me.

A deep, rib expanding, blood pressure lowering, conscious breath.

Because, regardless of time and space, we are connected you and I. Whomever you may be.

Without exception. Without expectation.

You are not alone.

You are loved.

Regardless if you feel that way or not.

But I hope you do feel that way.

Sooner than later.

And with that, I’m here to assure you that you will.

Case closed.

love/thanks,
gabe

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

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Love Looks Like This

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The Toggle Switch

This moment is either filled with stress 

or with lightheartedness. 

Who’s to know? 

Who is there to know? 

No one. 

And both will pass regardless.  
– gb

Day 3 After The Election

I know this isn’t the best pic ever. 

But I was in the car, on the phone with a friend, talking about how our country was hijacked, now officially, by hate and greed and fear and ignorance. And I was asked if I still believe in miracles in light of all of this. 

It was then I looked to the right and saw the majesty of this sky. And I was in awe. 



Yes, I still believe in miracles. I expect nothing else. 



I’ve seen too many of them. 
And not just pretty skies. I’m talking about miraculous healings. 



Of body and spirit. 



I have lost my faith in my country and in many people, but I will never lose my faith in divine will.



– gb


www.LiveLikeAFruitFly.com

Inevitable 


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Live Like A Fuck Fly

Sometimes I feel like saying fuck it to everything so I can dedicate my entire existence to witnessing beauty and adding to it whenever possible. And by sometimes, I mean almost always. What’s stopping me? I think I’m worried to stop worrying. But, is worrying about events I mostly have no control over bringing me any closer to a peaceful mind and a secure future? No, of course not. Maybe my friends, the answer really is blowin in the wind. And I just need to allow myself to get immersed in the sound of rustling leaves until the answer is revealed.  

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The Little Things Are Huge (that’s what she…)


My dad would be so proud of me right now.

Am I getting married? Nope.

Have I become a success? Nope.

Did I stick up for someone who was being taken advantage of? Nope. Not yet today.

I’m just getting the five thousand mile check up on my car.

He loved this shit.

I’d call him and say, “Hey, I’m just sitting here getting my oil changed.”

And he’d say whatever he’d say and I’d hear him smiling on the other end of the phone.

These are the little things you miss when you lose someone.

Things you thought meant nothing at the time.

Now they mean everything.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.

love/thanks,
gb

P.S That’s “Munchkin” with me in the photo. We’re chillin together at the Toyota dealer. His mom is some double cane using, decrepit old lady. She’s wearing a Cosby sweater. I feel for her. Right now she’s reading the newspaper. Talking out loud about Trump and Clinton. Trying to get me to take the bait. I won’t. She just said, “We should get Roosevelt back.” Roosevelt turned Jews away during the war who were fleeing Hitler. And now I hear my dad saying, “There’s three sides to every story. Your side, my side and the truth.”

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Love Sounds Like?

  
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Love Looks Like This

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