What’s between love and life today? Longing, yearning, and excitement as the day for her return draws near.
Also, feeling playful –
What do I like about my life? My work, my friends, my books, my taste for good food, my kind-hearted parents, my bed, my shower, my education, my past, my travel experiences, my feelings, my thoughts, driving in interstate; that Einstein, Feynman, Almodovar, Bergman, Fellini, Piccasso, Spielberg, Monet, Kadinsky, Tagore, Ayn Rand, and many others came before me to this planet, that I am likable, …
What’s that, that makes me like my life now? That I am finding someone really special, Old town, DC, living in America, BART, Borders, B&N, Starbucks, my apartment, my home theater, Netflix, internet, cell-phone, car stereo, New York Times, 24 hours hot water, blogging, Chinese carry out, Whole foods next door, working with the who’s-who in America, …
It’s about the simple things that's running me – big time, and keeping me happy. And my life runs with simple things when I am enriched with some simple words - especially words of appreciation. Simple words give me life, energy, and vigor; they take away the swirl that I tend to create at times out of trauma, complaints, gossip, and exchanging notes whose problem is bigger - his or mine.
A simple “I love you” or “I do” puts me on steroids. When I say “I can” I feel I can get an elephant to dance. “You are hired” gives me the dream job. “I care” touches my soul. "I dream" can bring in a mass internal movement. “Thank you” can make breaking my back over a mountain worthwhile. "Sorry" has the power to make me forgive and forget any hurt that someone has caused. There is no dearth of these words … no scarcity - as long they are authentic, just like there is no scarcity for avenues to have fun, play, and joy in life.
Lofty philosophical thoughts can only provide insofar as I can unleash the power, joy, and the life of these small words. Else, logic and philosophy serves only for intellectual pretension; food for empty chatter giving us nothing in the end. And nothingness is a place closer to death; far away from life.
I love life, I love imagination, I love seeing the world with the joyous and playful eyes of a child.
No comments:
Post a Comment