The thing about life is it can always get worse…
We like to believe God doesn’t give us more than we can handle, but do we even believe in God?
We believe there’s a master plan, that it all makes sense…
But it doesn’t.
This is what they don’t tell you growing up, after they say that anyone can become President. That life is an endless series of losses and the key is to keep putting one foot in front of another.
Not so much to be optimistic, because bad stuff is gonna happen, but to try and jump from rock to rock, because although you might slip into the river and get wet every once in a while – even float downriver to a wholly different, unforeseen rock – even though some might never find another rock at all, they were right there next to you laughing and now they’re gone. When you do get to the next rock not only do you breathe a sigh of relief, you gain a sense of wonderment, you’ve got a whole new perspective.
And that’s what makes life worth living.
First of all, there’s touch. And sex. After all, we’re animals. Try and hug someone every day, not in a perfunctory way, but in a style more conscious, like life is hard but at least you have each other. My parents never touched me growing up, could be a 1950s thing – I don’t know – and I struggle with flesh on flesh, but I do know when done right touch roots me, and you.
Second, there’s art. And let’s put nature in that same category. I was out in a miserable snowstorm the other day and I never felt so alive. Like it was just me, the trees and the sky. It’s when you’re most alone that you feel most at peace, assuming you can forgo the anxiety of being disconnected forever.
And in art there’s books and movies and music and painting and sculpture and when they’re done right, they make us feel so not alone, they reflect our humanity back upon us. And it’s hard to do this. Not only in terms of skill, but to let go of precepts and create via your inner tuning fork, what we feel inside.
Too much of what is called “art” today is pandering pabulum. And we know the difference. It’s like “Pulp Fiction” versus the latest “Star Wars.”
As in how did Tarantino come up with that? Kinda like Sgt. Pepper… What were they smoking, where were they at that the Beatles decided to cut a concept album with no singles.
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