Upon My Exit

Life is fragile. Fragile and cruel and unjust. A moment’s hesitation, a gut feeling, a mistake, even a signature can change your path forever. I believe this to be true. But this truth does not feel liberating or redemptive. It incites fear and hesitation, two of my least favorite things. They’re toxic and cunning. It’s ironic that in our pursuit to create and maintain “a good life,” fear and hesitation keep us from experiencing life. Actually experiencing life. Tasting it, breathing it in our lungs to feed our fractured hearts. Our hungry, misfit hearts wrapped in unfounded hope and the false promises of sitcoms.

Each heart connects to another, all the others. All beating, in a reliable cadence, as predictable as the second hand of a classroom clock. Each beat, faint or pounding, drives the rotation of this wicked earth. Your participation in this world dictates its fate. So live your life. Rid your heart of hesitation. Use each beat of your heart to flood this world with your gifts. For there is no cure for a life unlived. But there is peace for those who empty their passion into those around them.

Upon my exit, my deepest desire is to have left the best pieces of myself with those I loved and especially those who weren’t sure if I really loved them back. Hope I pass on some hope; my enduring tendency to search desperately for the good, the dimmest glimmer of God’s promises. That is absolutely ALL that keeps me going sometimes. That, and vodka.

Those who dances were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music

-Angela Monet

So dance, lovies.

BB

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s