Maybe it's not alone-together, it's more like isolated-and-lonely-together. Stop and think about it. When was the last time you actually LOOKED a stranger in the eyes, even when you really wanted to look? No, you averted your eyes as soon as their gaze grazed you. When was the last time someone offered to help you, to REALLY help you, when you were suffering, and I mean someone who wasn't your family member or really good friend? No, they just stood there watching. We're afraid of seeing one another, we're afraid of letting our guards down and of making the commitment to live life from the heart, to make real sacrifices for one another. We are a world of beings playing out a disillusioned and moderate tragedy. In love we temper ourselves, in politics we whine, in dreams we may fly, only to crash upon waking. We cheapen our passions by consuming fantasies sold to us in an attempt to make us forget that we have the capacity to create so much of the world we live in. Economics, nation states, religions; what a strange and convoluted, illusory real game of life, which man has so foolishly entangled himself in. Even I play in this mummer's farce and I see beyond the veil of all this stupidity. We really make things more difficult than they need to be. We love a challenge, but would rather lay fallow and dead as we struggle. Where is the fire of life? Where is the passion of our hearts? We second guess our every move, we over-analyze our choices, then idolize those who leap off the edge and land well, but it can't be us who jump. We have no trust for others, because in our inability to accept our own role in the pain of our lives, we carry anger and blame and shame and all that crap which closes us off from real connections. Authenticity is not a city we visit often. We're suffocating under layers of player paint and the dung-masks of dogma. Why do I shush myself when I was to sing-scream in the middle of the grocery store? Why do I stop myself from dancing down the street while caressing the gentle hands of my fellow pedestrians? I stop, I shush, because, no longer a child, my spirit has been suppressed by the dehydrated, blank, and catatonic despair of a population choked by the chains of the Meta-parent, the ultimate authority, be it God or Science or the State, that allows us to say, "It's not my fault!" It
is our fault! We created this, we continue to create this, and we have the capacity to change it.
What is a grown up person? Is there such a thing as an adult, really? I wonder, because it seems that we humans so badly need to create stories that keep us as children. Not the children of loving parents who encourage us to dream and breathe and grow, but of parents who tyrannically control our every move and keep us from becoming beautifully independent, wise souls. Why, as we age, do we let our lives become dross, colorless, and defeated? Why do we so mindlessly devour the bland food of our romanceless culture decade after decade? Why do we continue to rise only to our lowest of dreams? Our world will stone, tar and feather, hang, or burn a person who lives an authentic life, and then make them heroes in their death. What kind of necromantic story are we writing for ourselves? If we cannot live in the ecstasy that the full spectrum of our capabilities as humans offers, what the hell is the point of bothering to exist?
As we grow, as we age, we should find ourselves more alive, better able to express ourselves, more capable of manifesting our dreams, more inspired and clear. We can only become such wise elders if we spiral through life's ups and downs, without allowing ourselves to stagnate and fester in one place for too long. Our society, unfortunately, encourages this bogginess, and does not like it when we free ourselves from the sinkholes of despair. When we know our own power, we cannot be controlled.
I demand a life of PASSION! I take my life back from the mass boredom of everyday life and from the stranglehold of "power over". I invite you to join me in creating a life you can truly love. I invite you to join me in healing our multiple solitude, by remembering to play and gaze into the eyes of strangers. I invite you to join me in trusting and giving generously and forgiving imperfections. I invite you to join me in following our hearts and in shedding the garments of the false "authorities" found in government, religion, families, and other social institutions that have been built upon the fear of real freedom. I invite you to join me in reclaiming the real magic of life and death and remembering the expansiveness of every last cell of our wildest dreams!
So Be It!
