Thursday, May 26, 2011

Break through...

Every moment we live we decide. To do or not to do something, anything. There are options, we have to choose. That moment when we have to choose, we are standing at that once in time (not just once in a lifetime) intersection of the past and the future. That precise moment, that precise time and space spot is the present... that and only that... Anything that happens after we choose is the future, and then we come to another intersection... Imagine an infinite horizontal X if you will... and imagine that the point of that intersection moves ahead... (since we're not time-traveling yet). We just keep moving from one intersection to the next. Deciding, choosing... I guess it's a recursion... We choose now to choose what we want to choose about in the future! Weird ha! It would be so liberating and exhilarating to break through it just once... and not choose... just be.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

A little bit...

A little bit of heaven and a little bit of hell... We don't have to die to know them.
We know them here... loving, hating, crying, laughing... with friends, family, strangers... Living all the time.
Just look at a baby laughing or sleeping... that's a little bit of heaven right there. Or maybe climb the mountain that you've longed to climb for so long, or just stand on the beach with the ocean caressing your feet.... a little bit of heaven. A loving kiss... a little bit of heaven. Listening to that favorite song... a little bit of heaven!
Having your heart broken. That's the little bit of hell we all go through. Alright. Maybe not so little for some. Feel like crying when you see wars happening around? Little bit of hell inside... Missing the people you love... little bit of hell, but seeing your best friend after a long time? Little bit of heaven! Ever looked at the rainbow after a cloudy and rainy day!? A little bit of heaven, literally! Ate freshly baked bread when you're really hungry? Little bit of heaven!
Little bits of heaven and little bits of hell... all inside.
Heaven or hell when I'm gone? Why should that matter? I will be gone!
What matters more is those little bits inside of me right here, right now, all the time!