I wouldn't say these are strange times were living in as I’ve never lived in any other time. If I’m to speak of reincarnation then that’s a totally different story and not one that I’m going to Blog today. Maybe it’s the age where I find myself now where I’m just observing and taking more in and with the social sites it’s a way of taking a general consensus of the masses opinions. But I’m pondering on the cycle of life and death. Sounds morbid but that’s the only guarantee we have here. And I say here, as life is the opposite to death… so it cant be the only guarantee we have in life, its more something we need to acknowledge in our life. Sounds like a mind scramble.
People die every single day. every moment someone takes their last breath. By the time I finish writing this I’m not sure how many people would’ve passed. The thing that really perplexes me the most though, is how do you celebrate a person who is deceased birthday? That really makes no sense. They have completed there own cycle; surely you are to celebrate the end. If that’s the right choice of words “END” cause who knows what happens after you leave this reality.
In everything we do, we usually celebrate the end. When you go to lets say College and graduate, we celebrate the end of studies, same with a job you celebrate the day of end employment, not the first day you started. So why is it different if someone dies? Maybe because it’s painful and we really don’t want to think about a person close dying and not being near. Maybe its becausedeath is something we have been raised to fear. Or maybe it’s because we haven’t come to terms with the one fact, that it will be us any day? There is infinite reason WHY! We over look the everlasting possibility what awaits us, but then even more so of a reason why we chose to waste our time knowing what looms near.
When you really break it down and look at how we came here, there is not a single person on this planet that is not gifted and doesn’t have something unique to share. I’m usually accused of having a, one-track mind. And I’m guilty on all accounts. And I love to respond “I came into this world through a bolt of sexual energy (orgasm) from my father into my mother.” And that usually kills a simple boring conversation dead. Where a girl wants to go deeper in conversation with me and get to know the real me….the whole time I’m sitting thinking your not even on my level or else you would’ve caught that at ‘Hello’. I don’t even know the real me. And I like to tell myself that’s the first step towards true wisdom, admitting your flaws and insecurities to the self. Lord knows when you turn off the light at night and go to bed, even if you got someone or a couple of people laying next to you, you cant hide from yourself and your own thoughts. To know who you really and truly are, you need to know what’s been first done to you and to the collective consciousness and nobody can possibly tell you the answers. Some say that’s the whole conundrum of life, working back towards total completion through different lessons and experiences. Maybe ill share some insight on that in another blog.
Anywayif it had not have been for my parents getting together there would be no me. So I like to consider myself a walking billboard of that same sexual energy, the most potent energy ever made me. Even though the thought of my mother like that makes me feel sic… I can’t even write this last bit. Excuse me, let me just run to the toilet quick!!
Im’ back, where was I? Oh yes…. where millions and millions of sperms rush towards that golden Egg and one makes it through. Out of unfathomable odds, we all made it. Everybody you could hope to meet made it through and took the same journey of creation. That’s the magic we all start out the same way from the beginning at level zero. Once we are birthed into the world and the labels and tags go onto us, then separation begins and so does that doom of death at any moment starting from now.
So is death part of life or is it the other way around? It seems like the perfect balance. If someone asked me to go back and be sixteen again, I would lead them to the nearest cliff and slowly try to shove them off. There is no way would I want to go back and do this again. I love getting older and watching and seeing the next generation go through things, brand new to them but old to me. Its great when my brother and little nephews have questions about life and women and I can share insight and they come back and tell me what they discovered or learned. They have such an adventure and things to discover but then at the same time,so do we all.
I hate to always put things down to the programming and what we have innocently been force fed as children through religion and schools and whatever else, but if you don’t age you can never get to where your going and where you think your going maybe not be the real purpose. Like I said the conundrum of life has to be bigger than being famous and on TV or completing your studies and holding a man made degree. Look at all the famous people that have passed as far back as you wish, and tell me does it seem like they had it an easier just because they brought greatness into the world. Nope! So that cant beit, as life doesn’t automatically become easier in the mind. It continues to school you.
I just come to my own personal conclusion…. death is part of life. We know each momentwe are doomed and were not promised tomorrow or even the next hour.
All I know is if my lights were to go out in the next few minutes and I became deceased, and my family and friends celebrated the day I was born as opposed to the day I ended my cycle of life. I’m gonna haunt them. It negates everything I went through to get to that moment of completion. Please don’t rob me of it, as life is tough enough as it is.
So with that being said, you know what awaits you and everybody else around you. We always have but somehow remember when its to late. So lets have some fun with this. Ask yourself if it ended tomorrow what would it really matter?
If you got the news that a friend or family member had gone, would you jump for joy or would you quickly discover that whatever it was about somehow doesn’t really matter anymore. There is no battle with no enemies to fight.
Sometimes you have to understand that were all in this together.... All making the same mistakes… all making wrong choices and having to deal with it in our own ways. But that’s LIFE and its beautiful to know that no matter what, if you make the wrong choice and turn down the wrong street, I’ll be there along with countless others because we all too made the wrong choice but that’s how we learn. So don’t be afraid to get up and just do it! There is no greater time on any clock, than when the big hand points to N the short hand points to O and the seconds point to W. The time is NOW!
