Follow the Yellow Brick Road...

"you're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful its true, I saw your face in a crowded place, and I don't know what to do, cause I'll never be with you..."

Ahh so sweet, I remember a road trip in which I had my head and arm stuck out the window singing this at the top of my lungs while the song played over the speakers.... It's nice to feel beautiful, to feel special, to feel loved, to feel wanted...But ever wonder... if there's someone else waiting to feel that way?

Oh you little saps, cut it out, I'm not talking about finding your soul mate here (if you believe in such things much love and cheerios to you, and i wish you all my Hershey's hugs and kisses for your journey), but I'm referring to a soul mate of a different sort...

We were not simply placed on this earth, rather...we were..molded..shall I say...created..or even woven on that gentle web of genes and proteins, cells, and neurons, right i realize I'm missing quite a few components of the reproductive process but I'm sure you get the point.. So what was the reason, why are we here? to fill that _your name here_ shaped hole in His heart. Just as we yearn to feel held, and loved...and beautiful, He longs for this same relationship with us, after all He had created us with a purpose, it's our duty to fulfill our calling.
Now I know, some may bring me to court for such claims, of "God", of this "relationship". So sue me... I said God....screw that..God God God God God..."every rose has its thorns...just like every cowboy sings a sad sad song"..(ok whats my point?!)

Ladies and Gentlemen: it is possible, all we need is faith. After all, if someone told you to close your eyes, and stretch out your hand, and they used their finger to touch your hand and asked you what you felt, you would say you felt their touch. And how do you know? well...nothing else...you just know..(scene from "City of Angels)...Faith works the same way. We just have to believe. After all what is faith?

"Faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen" well how interesting, there's a reason we were created so different from the thousands of organisms and mammals that roam the face of the earth and the depths of the waters. "consider the lilies of the fields, King Solomon dressed in royal robes has not the worth of them" Yet we are worth far more than anything else in this earth, there's no price you could ever place on a life. So let me say one thing, let us live as if we are in love everyday of our life, not just physically in love with a man or a woman, but emotionally spiritually mentally in love with someone who is worth our love and so much more. After all what more could we offer? A dime, a nickel, forget that..I'll take even a penny for every time I've seen people, not just one or two but thousands of people who make a point of going into great lengths to achieve spiritual enlightenment...spiritual satisfaction, to establish a deeper connection, to fill that God shaped hole in their hearts.

Ladies and Gentlemen: money can't buy you love, so what in the world gives you the idea that you can buy your way into God's heart, and His way into yours?? that's right, you cant, and He doesn't want your money, your harsh treatment of the body, your endless hours of meaningless ritualistic prayers...as a matter of fact, go tell it to the priest cause God sure doesn't want to hear it. We mean so much more to Him than that...

...isn't it time we finally prove ourselves worthy of the life He has given us? Of this time we call our own? Of these days that are numbered? Of these breaths that remain counted?...
JUST REMEMBER... "YOU CAN TRY TO RESIST...DEEP IN THE DARK YOU'LL SURRENDER YOUR HEART, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN'T FIGHT THE MOONLIGHT"...

so...I leave you with this...let's stop trying to resist the tug at our hearts...someones waiting for us with open arms of love...we just have to follow the yellow brick road...

Lady in Blue..

21 grams...

"They say each and every person decreases by 21 grams at the time of their death, each and every single person. That's the size of four nickels stacked together, or four hummingbirds...how much does love weigh? How much does guilt weigh? How much does revenge weigh? ...21 grams..."

Granted...clips from a trailer...but really how much does love, guilt or even revenge weigh? When we die...what exactly escapes..

Now now, calm down all you scientists I'm reallyy not looking for a factual proven answer here.. I'm really searching for something more..something that gives us more to believe in..something that leaves us with some hope

21 grams...interesting that a hummingbird is amazingly small and yet, of all the animals it has the largest heart in proportion to it's size. Even its eyes are bigger than its brain. But as humans...for the most part...this is what we rely on, our BRAINS, PROVEN FACTS and FIGURES.

Ladies and Gentlemen: I am here to say...It's Time We Woke Up!...I'll gladly offer you a free wake up call..consider it concierge service...We are a proving is believing generation, seeing and believing in pure faith is not enough. We need numbers and figures, ratios and proportions, calculations and contraptions. We are tired of optical illusions and even question the gift of sight...

Guess we have a lot to learn from the bantam but breathtaking creatures...

So how much does our love weigh? Our guilt? Our revenge?

More specifically...how much does our soul weigh?
...21 grams?

ladybugs...

Theory: "Well". L.A.A (for those who are unaware: Life Application As Always)

well...well....hmm. you cant even tell...if its a well or a well, well which well is my well..oh pleasee do tell!!....a well is what exactly??

"a pit or hole sunk into the earth to reach a supply of water"
why thank you Merriam, you are too kind my lady...(gent?? who knows...)

ahh, reminds me of something bittersweet that I once knew...the well I dug up in my heart, to reach out and touch someone near with the supplies I hold so dear...well...should I start digging once again? What's the verdict my dear child? What is the verdict?

People come and go in our lives, its a fact.
A well of treasures...deep within the surface...there it lies...waiting to be dug up...bear in mind..it cannot and will not spring up on its own...
Time must be spent, but there it shall be..sparkling like the most rarest of diamonds. A diamond..beautiful yet clear...no color (unless of course you are sneezing money to buy yourself black diamonds and the like...but I refer to us humble folk who like to stick to basics). I say again for the faint of memory...No color, yet its simplicity is simply...what strikes us, what catches our eye, what tickles our toes, what makes women melt with pleasure..(of a different sort I might add). My dear dear folk, I must repeat, people come and go, but a drink from a pure well is..well dare I say?? PRICELESS. As bittersweet as our meets may be, we can rest assured, our thirst is quenched, maybe not for eternity but for a moment.

After all, what are we but a sum of our moments?

Dear God...

Dear God.
It's quite interesting, "Dear God ."
Not a comma, a ".", I think its time we embraced our childlike nature.
We've established, we are summed up in a single breath, we live for our life fulfillment and purpose and then we are gone. Are we really Gone?? what about that umm..whats that word..oh right...ETERNITY..
Eternity, that's a nice thought. Imagine a beautiful replica painting of Michealangelo's masterpiece, would you rather stare at a small replica, or go and bear witness of the breathtaking masterpiece? well pick both options, by all means, do not hinder yourself. Our glimpse of eternity is precisely that, a painting of Michealangelo's masterpiece, but why not take a journey of a lifetime? Literally...

But eternity my God, what is it?

"When the mind's eye rests on objects illuminated by truth and reality, it understands and comprehends them, and functions intelligently; but when it turns to the twilight world of change and decay, it can only form opinions, its vision is confused and its beliefs shifting, and it seems to lack intelligence. "

Plato, you are ingenious, but I do not understand.

"Dear God." oh that period. If only we could be so sure, if only, if only. I want a ".", Lord knows I need a "." now more than ever. Yet the things you want the most, those always seem to be the hardest to grasp a hold of. Instead I am stuck without a "," to spare, not even a ";", more like a "?"...Why should I live for something i know nothing of? Where do I turn to for a clearer vision? To the Holy Books? To God Himself? To meditation? To the mountains?

Run, Run! Let us run off into the borrows of the Himalayas, maybe thousands of feet above the earth's surface, in the mountain tops, our lips almost kissing the breath of God, we can find some solitude and understanding of who we are to be, and what our life becomes.

If you allow the essence of your soul to find serenity and peace of mind, you will no longer find yourself amidst confusion and disarray.
When our soul escapes this hollow shell, it will rest among the shadows of the trees, it will wrap itself within the howls of the wind, the depths of the oceans, the heights of the mountains, and would cry out to those around, "Live like you will not die"

Ladies and Gentlemen: eternity waits, it beckons to us as each minute passes, but we are too busy to listen to the cries. The souls of those gone before us cry out, can we sit in silence to hear what they have to say? The warnings they give to us? Would we heed to the cries? Will we listen? Can we listen? Many times we live as if no one will hold us accountable, that one day our breath is gone, and so our life is finished. Live as if everyday is your last, love hard, live long, life fully. that is all fine and dandy, but there has to be a difference, a difference in the way we love, a difference in the way we live. Really, I mean really, am I just repeating myself? Seemingly contradicting myself? People are so insistent on making amends, getting their life together before their silver chord is broken. Why? Is it just the end result that matters? Does the means count for nothing?

Oh I can see you now, waiting to cut that delicate silver chord, Not Yet! Wait, I am not ready. Making amends, loving your neighbors for the soul purpose of satisfying yourself, for clearing up your conscience. Shame on us, tsk tsk tsk, yes i say again, bad doggy. To live knowing we only make amends to clear our own consciences, and you say you're not selfish well think again.

We must love as if life will never end, we must take pleasure in every moment that's not even ours to begin with. after all can we control a single breath of ours? I think not. Go out, do something drastic, shelter a homeless man, feed an orphan, clothe a naked girl, love a stranger my friend, love a stranger. Life applications as always. Take heed. Call it denial but I refuse to believe that only a memory lives on, our soul lives on.

Rest Assured, We Live On.

Philosophy?! I think not...

Its come to my attention..that I am nothing...well in essence..what are we, but a breath, a breeze of the wind, waiting, but what if there's no one to notice that gentle breeze flowing by, then what, are we a failure? Are we to deem ourselves as useless and undeserving of the life we've been given? After all, who decided to give us life, this chance to breathe, this chance to feel, this chance to love? If it were in our hands, many would have refused to come into existence, in this life and the next.

Well, I must quote:

"naked I came from my mother's womb and naked I shall depart"

In that case, why bother, why struggle to make a living a name for ourselves, if we are like grass, fading like the flowers of the field, then why strive to find purpose in life...

Ladies and Gentlemen: Who are we? What are we? Speak Sartre, enlighten us, live up to your life purpose and tell us what have you come to understand?

"One always dies too soon- or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are- your life, and nothing else"

Harsh, but neatly put, a line drawn through me? My life? Right now? Heavens no...I'm not ready, I'm not fulfilled, I'm not accomplished. Appear before a mercy seat? Before a throng of heavenly beings? By all means proceed, I shall follow momentarily. What I've come to realize is, we are what we preach and teach? No, more precisely we are what we practice, our life is nothing but a show, the world our stage, what is it to you, a comedy, a romantic craze , a soap opera, a horror, a mystery?

Enlighten me, amuse me, we all wish to do something....different, something amazing, something to change the world, well change begins in us, in our hearts, in our own life. You cannot and will not be expected to change the world if you cannot achieve satisfaction in your own actions. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you have to be fulfilled and happy with everything you are doing in life, that you have to be the next Mother Theresa, (if you can by all means don't let me stop you) but we must be proud of ourselves, know that we ARE.

"We do not know what we want, and yet we are responsible for what we are- that is a fact"

..my dear Sartre you're on a roll..we are responsible for who we are, make it something great, do something amazing, start by learning how to love.

Right, so I mention the word love once and I'm a sap? Well I do not care. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE...it is the Laminin of our life, of a noteworthy existence. Where would the world be without love, I'm not just refering to love of relationships, of your lover and you walking down the beach, embracing each other in the depths of warmth and pleasure, of letters long lost and kisses long forgotten. I am referring to the love of other human beings, related to you in any way shape or form. You've got to understand relations before you can understand what I mean, a glimpse, a hi, a hug, a smile, a nod, a passerby, a friend, a stranger, an enemy, a teacher...these are all relations, whether you want to acknowledge it or not...

We exist, ok..now what? Lets start living...really.