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

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They Say It’s My Birthday 

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All We Need Is…

I’ve been alive for precisely 15,696 days and of those, I’m unsure how many I’ve woken up happy for.

Not too many unfortunately.

But this morning, upon opening my eyes, I met the world with an unforced, lighthearted smile.

And that, of course, is all that matters.

I’m writing today because yesterday was my forty-third birthday and I feel compelled to jot a few thoughts down.

So, here we are. Me writing and you reading.

Before I continue though, I’d like to thank everyone who ever took the time, even once, to read the words that are sometimes pushed through me. Especially these few right now.

And I know this is going to make me sound like a corn dog, and I also know that you know that I don’t care how I sound, so I’ll just come out and say that I have such love for you.

So much love.

And I wish nothing for you other than health and joy. And I wish exactly the same for all of your love ones. And all of your acquaintances.

And even all of your enemies, if you have any.

Because love is an elixir. And I have enough of it, in me, for all of them.

I’m now forty-three, and still haven’t experienced much worldly success.


But if success was measured by our ability to love unconditionally, I’m Warren Buffet. I’m Bill Gates. I’m every member of every royal family. All added together. And then multiplied by…

Fucking infinity.

And just like that, poof, I am now as compelled to stop writing as I was to start.

This is enough.

I feel the way I was destined to feel – even better than this morning.

Confident. Powerful. Gentle. Still.

I initially intended to tell you about an old man I saw on the boardwalk the other day. He was wearing khaki pants, a tan jacket, and a tan, unmarked baseball hat. He was walking alone. Competently, but with concentration. And since it was the day before my birthday, I saw in him my possible future.

I was going to also write about my ninety-four year old grandma who has fallen ill.

And, of course, I was going to mention my dad. I’d complain to him every year about getting older and every year he’d say the exact same thing.

He’d first remove his glasses, then slowly lift his head from the New York Times, and then finally say to me, “Growing older is better than the alternative.”

He was so right.

My god, he was so right.

I miss him so much.

Yesterday morning, upon waking, I searched through my memories for his smile. And when I found it, I meditated on it for a few minutes.

And now here I sit in Starbucks, teary.

But still confident, powerful, gentle, still.

So, why did I wake up happy today?

Maybe because I finally figured out who I am and what my true purpose is.

Who am I?

I am love.

What’s my purpose?

To be a beacon of it.

With that said, I know down to my mitochondria that worldly success is also on its way.


But in the unlikely event I turn out to be wrong about this, I’ll always be okay.

More than okay.

Because love can’t fail.

Love is automatically the antithesis of failure.

“I am like the Buddha when I decide to smile for no reason. But when I find myself smiling for no reason, I am the Buddha.” – gb


“I Will Make You Fishers Of Men”

Forty-two years ago today, my dad woke up and decided to go fishing.

My mom said, “I don’t think so.”

They went to the hospital instead and came home with me.

And just a few years later, he took me fishing.

And to soccer games. And to car shows and to boat shows and to pizza places. And when my sister’s kids were born, more pizza places.

We fought too. A lot.

I miss him a little bit more today than I usually do.

It’s bizarrely warm out now for the middle of October, so my mom and I are sitting on a bench on the boardwalk in Long Beach.

I need to be more forgiving with her. We’re all headed to the same place.

On the drive over here, I was listening to the Blues Brothers soundtrack. It was one of my dad’s top favorites and mine too of course. He labeled the blank CD after burning the album from me on his super-slow laptop many years ago.

I stared at his handwriting before pulling out of the driveway today.

As I was parking by the beach, the live version of Everybody Needs Somebody To Love started playing. It opens up with Elwood Blues saying, “…please remember people, that no matter who you are and what you do to live, thrive and survive, there’re still some things that makes us all the same. You, me, them, everybody.”

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Today Is My Anniversary

I started writing Live Like A Fruit Fly on the ninth of February a few years back.

I called my friend Rob, who ended up making a few appearances in the book, and said, “Hey man. I know it’s your birthday, so, happy birthday. But you need to do me a favor. I’m starting to write a book today. A book that can change the world. If I’m not done in a year from today, I need you to come over and blow my head off with a shotgun.”

Gruesome, I know. But without hardcore incentive, I’d procrastinate my life away.

I wrote for a few days and then put it aside for a few weeks. I wrote for a few weeks and then put it aside for a few months.

Sometimes it flowed with ease. Other times it was like forcing water from a stone.

Finally, I typed, “The End.”

With my masterpiece manifested, I looked to the lower righthand corner of my computer screen to see the date. Without planning, it was a year later, the ninth of February.

Live Like A Fruit Fly hasn’t changed the world.


But I’m grateful to say that it is changing lives – one by one.

For example, I became close friends with a fan of my book and I introduced her to a close friend of mine from back home. They’re now living together and she took him today for a full day at the spa.

Why today?

Because it’s Rob. And today is his birthday.

“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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