Gather round lil children, time for uncle Folk to destroy your dreams and hopes, to fill your nights with terror and your days with fear. ::takes pants and underwear off::
Today is a new day but where is my sunshine? What is the purpose of worrying. Worry for what. Tomorrow is not promised. The day is not long and all we have is the moment of now
Why don’t we take our lives more seriously? It’s the only thing we truly have. The moment. The now. Do we really know the next time we’ll see someone? Do we have a gurantee that tomorrow is the day we’ll begin to tackle life. To do those things we said we’ll get around to.
For a while I’ve done my best to embrace the finality of the day, to hold hands with death on my journey of life; because I want to live in the moment, to embrace the joy, the reality, the stink of life.
We spend so much time planning to live and forget to live in the moment then wonder what happened to life when the hands of disease hold faces we see or in the one it the mirror in its hands, when pestilence and destruction hold souls in its icy unexpected grip, when those we love near us feel the kiss of death, or we feel the chill of death’s hand on our own shoulder?
I’m not here to preach to you on this Sunday am, no far from that. I do want each of you to take just one moment. One second. One opportunity to smell the shit of life and embrace the reality of finality. To take in the pain that is life so that you can enjoy and be happy in the now. So that when the beauty of death comes for its dance with you or those you love, there are no regrets. There are no true failures. There is only thankfulness to have been given the opportunity to experience both the pain and the joys of what we call life.
I’m going to go back to crying at the airport while I get drunk off this crown. Big shout out to the bartender here with the generous pours who have sympathized with my burdens and pains, which made me for a moment feel the love and kindness of a stranger. To the folks at work on IM who’ve reached out over the distance to hold me in their hearts… To the lady next to me, that have been given me hugs of sympathy with her kind smiles and distance hugs. For with all the pain there is balance of peace, hope, happiness, and joy.
In the mist of the worst there is always the gift of humanity, life, and the sweetness of death.
Now time for me to watch death get his groove on with someone that I love. Get your groove on, get your groove on!
::does the two step::
How do you enjoy the moments that you have?