They wiped tears from their eyes which made me wipe away a few of my own.
With that, I know my lack of success is most often how I’m judged but I sometimes reflexively cry just from the site of unguarded joy and today that’s enough. Enough for me.
And if joy and kindness and mercy and gratefulness and compassion melts you (as well as defines you), I swear to everything holy that you’re enough too.
I double dog dare you to find something better than this:
I was just pulling into a parking lot while an elderly couple crossed the street adjacent to my car.
The husband was half a step behind his wife and when she saw me inch closer, she instinctively reached back for his hand in mid conversation, and he instinctively took it.
We live in world plagued by illusions hell bent on convincing us that there are things more meaningful than this.
But there aren’t.
We can accept that now or on our death beds.
Thank you, as always, for trading your time for my words. It means the world to me.
It’s official, I’ve encountered people more lopsided than trump supporters.
Bernie supporters who won’t vote blue if their precious candidate loses.
They think they’ll teach us a lesson.
I have some news for you, you fucking children, if we lose this election, it might be the last free one. Ever. They’ll be no one left of consequence to learn lessons.
DEMOCRACY IS DYING IN PLAIN SIGHT!
Trump, that awful phony Christian demon, was elected directly by non-voters.
And if he gets “elected” again, the people who traded their lives to protect us and our constitution, the hundreds of thousands throughout history, will have died in vain.
Their graves shitted upon.
Please put country over candidate.
I know you’re good people who want us to do better as a nation. But we can have our revolution after. After we win back our country.
Bernie or Biden. Please hold your nose and choose one.
They both, rather courageously, care about the least among us. Just in slightly different ways.
I love you.
P.S. I’m sorry to be so hardcore but lives are literally at stake here. Kids are dying in cages. The environment is eroding. Millions will lose health care.
This is the most important thing any of us will ever do.
We must be saved. And we can only save ourselves.
So when I say I’m sorry, I’m mean – not at all.
I still love Star Wars.
But even if you’re not a Star Wars fan, I PROMISE you’re going to appreciate my new favorite scene out of the entire saga.
Thirty minutes into The Force Awakens (VII), Finn and Rey, who just met, are slammed to the ground by an overhead laser blast and barely escape death.
Finn however, has been knocked unconscious due to the proximity of the explosion.
When his eyes open a moment later, he sees Rey and his very first thought is about HER safety. Not his own.
With dire concern in his voice he asks, “Are you okay??”
Not only is she okay, she’s taken aback by his reflexive selflessness.
Because HE was the one hurt!
What’s more noble? More beautiful?
And with that my friends, thank you for taking the time to read this￼ and may the force be with you.
I just walked into Starbucks and the girl working there was so kind to me.
So I told her how much I appreciated her kindness.
She said, “Well, I appreciate you. You’re one of the few people who come in here regularly with a smile.”
I said, while smiling because I never think I smile enough, “Well, I don’t know how often I smile, but I always have love for you guys.”
And then she said, while smiling, “We feel your warmth.”
With that, let me tell whoever happens to be reading this, in a world constantly trying to hypnotize you into feeling that you’re not enough, please allow me to rip you from that sleep and say: if you have kindness in your heart and spread that shit liberally like suntan lotion to everyone without exception, you’re enough.
Thank you 🙂
Do you know what happened to me right after I found out about Kobe yesterday?
Just like you, my life clicked right back to normal within five minutes.
I’m a lifelong Laker fan, and this is absolutely awful about him and his daughter (and surviving family), but the status-quo re-reigned over my mind in mere minutes. Worrying about whatever I was worrying about etc etc.
But imagine if we remained aware, more often than not, that our lives and the lives of our loved ones can be stomped out of existence before the next goddamn sunset?
Because the hard truth is, we’re always just right around the corner from losing everything. Everything that’s truly important. Everything that actually counts.
Do you think we’d be more forgiving? More automatically and unconditionally loving? Do you think we’d ignore the nonsense of the world in order to turn our attention to what’s beautiful and add to that beauty when we can?
Of course we would.
In my own defense however, I’m already pretty good with this.
But I’m going to start being better.
Who’s with me?
Look how beautifully this plant in front of where I live expresses itself.
It’s completely green except for one oasis of orange.
It has caused me to realize that the entire plant kingdom expresses itself beautifully, one hundred percent of the time.
I hope one day we can evolve to this level of mastery.
All it would take is no longer distinguishing ourselves from others.
Thank you for spending these few moments with me – gb
I’m not saying what I’m about to say because I’m looking for sympathy. I promise.
I’m only here, asking for a bit of your time, to express something which deserves to be expressed.
With that, my dad died seven years ago today. Right in front of me. Eleven months after being diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. Eleven months after unfathomable suffering.
And the thing is, we’re all going to experience loss. Maybe not as brutally, but nevertheless, to some degree, loss is certainly our fate.
So how have we handled this?
Have we rearranged our priorities? Have we made kindness and mercy and compassion more important than the idolatry of monetary success?
We have not.
Instead, we continue to live as if our loved ones will live forever and continue to live as if no one but our loved ones even add up to a hill of beans.
And then when someone gets sick and/or dies, we say, “Oh my god, you’re not going to believe what happened?”
Why are we shocked when David Bowie dies? Or when it happens to your dog or to your aunt Shirly for that matter?
The writing is on the wall folks.
There might not be a point to life but the point we can give it, which will siumulteaously bring an end to the collective madness, is to love without conditions.
With no exception.
With no expectation.
And with that, if there is another side, I think my dad would agree with what I said here today and be proud of me saying it.
Thank you for your time and please know, if unconditional love is already your set point or if you’re working on getting there, you’re already enough. You’re enough. As is. You don’t need to strive to be better or be more complete. Fuck all who say otherwise.