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to be.
its a concept so alien.
be.
live.
breathe.
this moment.
the current air that expands your lungs and rises your chest.
the oxygen flooding into your veins and arteries and reaching to each corner of your body.
these intricate weavings of our nature we don’t give a second thought on the average daily….
are all gifts.
are all current gifts.
i’m anti green grass.
this grass is fine.
this grass is current.
how am i even supposed to know that on the other side of the fence there is grass at all?
but its always:
whats next?
whats more?
how does it end?
how does it turn out?
how can it be better?
how can i attain more?
how can i get what i want?
where will you be in 5 years?
10 years?
what is your major?
who is your boyfriend?
do you love him?
when will you get married?
when will you have kids?
do you want kids?
what will you do to ensure stability?
what kind of job would you want?
what are you doing to get that job?
who do you know?
whats next for you?
whats for dinner?
what are you going to do in the next 5 minutes?…in which you may walk to class by yourself and must occupy yourself by an iPod or you could call someone… something to fill in the gaps. the gaps in which the silence threatens to strangle…
fill in the gaps of space and time that cannot, most certainly, cannot be empty…
…what if we just threw all of that away
and breathed.
what if we chose to throw all of the questions all of the expectations out of the window…
our parents would hate it.
our friends would hate it.
they would hate it.
what if we just stopped.
what if instead of asking the questions…
we soaked in the oxygen,
the flow of life that swirls around us and envelopes us and cradles us in this moment of time.
in this moment of time,
what if we took a breath.
what if we inhaled.
what if we exhaled.
and lived.
and was.
and existed.
in this.
moment.
now.
currently.
….
or will we cringe and choke on the silence.
from the emptiness.
why do we feel the need to fill it?
we’re turning circles everyday.
occupying our consciousness with what ifs, what nexts, and what laters that we have absolutely zero control over.
down with the green grass.
lets just stick with the grass we knowwe have.
…and instead of peering over the fence,
making assumptions and expectations of what could be over the fence,
the mystery,
the unknown,
lets run, revel, play, romp, frolic and roll in the grass together.
lets lay still,
feeling each blade as it softly tickles our skin,
allowing the world to spin and turn and rotate,
allowing the clouds to float lazily by,
allowing the motion of time and life to press on at its own pace while we lay simply,
while we keep still. while we exist.
letting it soak in.
take time and enjoy.
filled with joy.
filled with peace.
with harmony.
a harmony that accompanies the perfect melody of the fabrication of time and space that our Creator has woven into a beautiful intricate symphony for our ears to hear and our eyes to see…in the current grass.
down with the green grass.
choose, to be.
