OMGabe

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

Archive for the category “writing”

Ohmeletes

“How are you so ridiculously sweet?” I asked the waitress at the diner this afternoon.

I was having lunch with Rob. We’ve been friends for thirty-two years.

The waitress, who has photos of her dog pasted on the cover of the notebook she writes orders into, took a step away, looked back in our direction, smiled a genuine smile and answered, “How can you not be kind in this world?”

Exactly.

How can you not be.

The end.

love/thanks,
gb

www.LiveLikeAFruitFly.com

20171020-181505.jpg

Advertisements

Front Row Seats

Until it stops, which may or may not ever happen, evil seems to arise in this world.

But with that, I have arisen to counteract this unevolved evil with love (sometimes expressing itself as tough love), kindness, and compassion.

Why two sides with varying degrees of both in between?

You can look at life like it’s a play on a stage, and we’re all playing our parts perfectly.

But since it doesn’t seem like we have chosen which side of the struggle we’re on (because it seems to have been chosen for us), I am just so grateful for my casting as someone who always, without exception, stands for goodness, light, beauty, selflessness and truth.

What about you?

Where do you stand?

Where do you want to stand?

sending love to everyone reading this right now,
– gb

P.S. As I was just about to publish this on my blog, a saw a homeless man ask a nonsensical question to another man who walked out of Starbucks. He gave some sort of answer, walked a few steps a way, came back, and asked the homeless man if he can use a few bucks. He nodded and the other guy took two dollars out of his wallet and gave it to him. This has been my favorite part of the play today. Thank you for reading.

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

20171013-151830.jpg

The Truth About You

Julius stormed Omaha Beach, Normandy in 1944.

It was D-Day.

But instead of being armed with a rifle, he was shooting with his motion picture camera. Documenting the horror.

I met him today at a nature preserve in Boynton Beach, Florida. He was taking photos of birds.

He’s ninety-three.

We talked about the war, about photography, and of course, about women.

We also enjoyed some silence together.

And then we laughed together too.

On the way out of the place, there are two water fountains next to each other.

I took the higher one and he took lower one because he was sitting on his motorized scooter (a tank blew up in front of him during the Battle of the Bulge and his leg took shrapnel – after he healed, and was sent back to battle, his film crew was gone – captured by the Nazis – he doesn’t know what happened to them).

I watched him drink from his fountain as I drank from mine.

He struggled a bit with it.

But all I saw there, in that frail body, drinking water, was me.

Underneath it all, we’re all the same.

Exactly the same.

And this world won’t heal, until we realize this. Collectively.

I promise you that.

thank you for sharing these moments with me,
gabe

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

20170829-195727.jpg

Exit Reality

Don’t read this if you’re not interested in cleaning out your consciousness.

Still here?

Okay, thanks for sticking around.

Today, while walking into Panera Bread, I slightly smiled when I saw the storefront next door because I thought it said Exit Reality.

But alas, as you can see from the photo, it’s just a real estate agency named Exit Realty.

But before we continue, yes, I know I’m cheating on Starbucks.

Anyway… I’m bothering to bring this up because there’s an important point to be made about human suffering.

Most of human suffering is caused by the thinking mind. And the only way out of this suffering is too deny reality. Exit it. By accepting a new reality. The real reality.

Do I know what that looks like and how to get there?

Yes.

And there’s only one thing you need to do in order to sense the real reality as well:

You just have to allow yourself to listen to me share with you what took me over twenty years to discover. It probably won’t be similar to anything you’ve ever heard before about existence. Click the link below or email me at gabeberman@gmail.com if you’re at all intrigued. I promise, you won’t regret it. And maybe, just maybe, the rest of your life is hinging on it.

With that, I was just getting a refill of iced coffee and I had to wait for a few moments for the half & half because an older gentleman in front of me was slowly adding it to his coffee.

He noticed me and made an effort to hurry it along.

I said, “Take your time. I’m in no rush at all.”

To which he said, without making eye contact because he was concentrating on securing a lid to his cup, “You’ll live a long time with that attitude.”

I answered, “I don’t know about that, but life is definitely too short to make someone feel rushed over milk.”

After I lightened my coffee, I added, “Okay man, have a good one.”

He said, this time with eye contact, “You too. God bless you.”

And that, right there, was more than enough reason to be alive for today.

I am so grateful for this lovely little exchange. And so grateful for anyone reading this who also finds it lovely.

take care, as in, really, take care,
– gabe

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

20170729-160131.jpg

Lilies In The Field

It’s been said that we make plans and God laughs.

This might be true.

And if it is, the larger, almost incomprehensible truth behind this truth is that God plans for us to make plans.

So, where does this leave you and me in this moment?

Having the last laugh.

Let’s enjoy it while it lasts.

love/thanks,
gb

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

20170719-141932.jpg

Fake Christians

Have you seen this goddamn bumper sticker?

Cross equals heart.

How many of these people broadcasting this on their cars do you think are Republican?

Because I have a bit of news for you.

I hope you’re sitting down.

Ready?

You can’t, no matter how you try to explain yourself, vote for people who vote to strip healthcare from millions of people in order to give tax cuts to the ultra wealthy, and call yourself a Christian.

Actually, you can call yourself whatever the fuck you want, but you surely aren’t a follower of Jesus.

You are, in fact, the exact antithesis of it.

How dare you?

Really, how dare you?

It’s sickening.

I am sickened by your hypocrisy and your greed and your hate.

Sickened.

But, you literally don’t know what you do. You literally can’t control it.

Until you can.

So, I just sit here, in gratefulness, for the fact that I automatically love my neighbor as if he/she is me. And I’m also so grateful that, for the most part, the people reading this right this second are orchestrated similarly.

“No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. YOU CANNOT SERVE BOTH GOD AND MONEY”

– gb

20170626-144510.jpg

The Pit Of Nirvana

Relief.

That’s the standout feeling at the conclusion of my twenty-five year search for enlightenment.

Phew.

It nearly killed me.

Literally.

And now that I’m here on the other side of the fence, I still find myself skimming through books on enlightenment I’d hope could save me back in the day. Looking for clues I may have missed through my old filter.

But nope.

Just the same snake oil that didn’t help me the first time through.

Except for today.

Today I saw something significant. Something that’s clear as day to me now but made less-than-zero sense before. But it wasn’t written by the author. It’s a quote he used.

How can a figment of the imagination have any effect on anything that is not itself a figment of imagination? Therefore any effect resulting from an act of ‘will’ subject to the ego-concept can only be as imaginary at itself.” – Wei Wu Wei

So what does this mean Gabe?

Whatever. Who cares. It doesn’t matter too much. If at all.

The only thing that matters is what happened after I read that quote.

An ant walked across the page.

It just happened.

Out of nowhere.

Like everything else.

Without our control.

love/thanks,
gb

P.S. And then, right there at Starbucks, a guy walked by me who totally needed to invest in some Mitchum. Stat. He smelled so ungodly awful, he could, as my uncle would say, knock a buzzard off of a shit wagon.

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

20170521-191550.jpg

Live Like A Fruit Fly Epilogue

There’s a young kid on a boat sailing over from Russia.

That kid ends up being my grandfather.

My dad’s dad.

And I sometimes imagine him knowing, right there on that voyage, that his son would inevitably die, awfully, from brain cancer.

And from there I think about what the dead would tell us. If they could talk. Knowing what they know now.

They’d probably say something like, “Lighten the fuck up.”

Continuing with, “Try not to get tangled in situations which make your heart heavy. And don’t try to keep up with the Joneses. They have their own problems you’re just not aware of. And, with that, they’re assholes anyway. Listen up living people, your only responsibility while alive, is to truly live. Because it all ends so fast. Please, for us, truly live. Thank you.”

Easier than it sounds?

Maybe.

Or maybe we need a good old fashioned global intervention of reprioritizing.

Maybe this blog post was written just for you.

– gb

www.LiveLikeAFruitFly.com

20170417-155904.jpg

La La Love


“And how amazing was La La Land,” I asked my friend on the phone last night while we were going back and forth about movies.

To my surprise, she said with surprise, “You liked La La Land!?”

“No,” I said with confidence. “I loved it. It’s probably one of my favorites ever.”

“I just didn’t feel Emma Stone in that part,” she explained.

“I hear ya, but I wouldn’t have cared if she was played by a goddamn rhinoceros. It was the way he loved her. That’s all that mattered to me. I couldn’t breathe from him.”

And with that, right there, as I heard myself say those words, I figured out why I loved La La Land so much.

We think we miss being loved. But the truth is, we miss giving love more.

At least that’s the way it is me.

love/thanks,
gb

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

20170414-190743.jpg

Love Love Land

Have you seen La La Land yet?

If you haven’t, let me tell you, pay no mind to anything you’ve heard.

It isn’t good.

It isn’t bad.

It’s this:

Exquisite.

An exquisite flow of beauty in celluloid form.

It’s so lovely, and so soulful, I would bet it single handedly balances out the ugliness casting a dark shadow on our lives lately.

Without it, this planet of ours would probably careen off course and spin helplessly into the cold cosmos.

And it’s impossible, at least for someone like me, not to be self reflective while witnessing it unfold like flowers in bloom on screen.

Here’s the thing: I know one day my life in this form will end. And if it’s looked back upon by others, my accomplishments may not amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.

But do not be deceived.

For I have loved.

Loved limitlessly, without conditions.

And I have stood in awe of love. Time and time again.

It’s truly the only thing that matters.

Fuck all who say otherwise.

– gb

www.WinTheWarWithYourMind.com

20170304-024746.jpg

Post Navigation