A warm bed. A nostalgic blanket. Knowing for one moment in time that ordinary comforts can't be taken away from you. Maybe it's just modern day, however we don't have the horrors of various other civilizations to compare our own situations too. At least not tangibly. Comfort means different things to different people.
Oh will we have a story to tell.
Tomorrow I'm going to write about some very simple measures to improve your credit. The day after that, I will embark on trying to explain what risk factors go into calculating what interest rate you qualify for. But tonight, I will simply wish you a warm night's sleep before I wax intellectual on your not so remote posterior.
We are a curious bunch, us beings, engulfed with the next great idea to make our lives better... more fulfilled. Whether we marry a religion, a woman, a man, a political affiliation, we will do everything we can to make sure we are important and doing something right in this life. That's a good thing, at least I think.
I thought about something long and hard over the past few days, something I haven't thought about in quite some time. And then, I heard it from a familiar voice whose proximity to my soul is damn near uncanny. While I wonder why we are here, why I am here, the curious notion always floating in my skull has been what term truly explains it all. Some will quote scripture, prophets, philosophers, dead relatives, Jack Nicholason or their Dead Uncle. I quote a dream, not of my own.
The art of being. Four words, one meaning. Being. Just being, babe. Like energy flowing through the clouds, like blood running through the veins, being is what we are ultimately after. At least that's what I hear.
When I go to bed at night, wake up in the morn, being is what I'm after. Sure, a warm bed and nostalgic blanket make it easier... as does any sort of comfort at all. We are born to be, whatever you do from there is your own gig. But being is the only thing we consciously seem to know.
So as you wake up and shake the dreams scattered through your synapses, what are you being today? I don't mean to sound like Gary Woltal over here, but inspiration is beside every obtuse notion and instance among us. Being makes sense, Human Beings are a anomoly in of themselves. That's the next difficult question.
I'm human...my being is different from yours :)
Sardi - two words.............being there.........that's all.......being there
Jason, you are philosophizing like me : ) To be, is the essence of being alive. I agree, that is the start for all of us, and each day we can wake up and put our feet on the floor. Beyond that, what we do you are right, is ALL up to us!!
Jason, I think we all put all kinds of "clothes" on it----but we are all just Humans "Being."
It all seemed so clear. Yet the problem for most seems to be whether its enough.
The goal of Being is Satisfaction. As Jennifer noted the problem with most is they Can't Get No Satisfaction.
Jason,
Ok, it's early but I think I got what you're saying (and you do sound a lot like Gary, is he your ghost writer?). Being--not just existing and I think like you said how you define being depends on your beliefs and perhaps goals. Now how did you get there? There's a question---genetically inherited or determined by environmental factors?
Be it...feel it...do it!
Jason, I have a hard time just being. I feel like I should be doing, not just being. I guess being is too scary, because if I am just being, then I have to be also thinking about just being. So I am skipping the being part for now and I am reading. xxoo I'm very happy you have found someone so sweet to "be" with.
It is what it is... we are what we are : ) "I think therefore I am". It is all pretty interesting... simplicity is beautiful.
Just being sounds so passive. I am NOT a passive person.
Jason, I think "being" can look like a lot of things. Really, whether we are contemplating our navels, free soloing El Cap, or working Wall Street, all we can ever really "BE" is that part of ourselves that is able of "observing" ourselves being/doing those things.
I think the world would be a better place if we could all learn to just be.
Jason, It's just a 5 letter noun that can be so very powerful for some. To some 'being' is just an existence; to other they carry a 'sense of being." Now 'the Art of Being,' that raises a whole another concept. Is there really an art to being, yet I guess for some that might be true. I really need to ponder that now and I can go on waxing philosophically, but this is your post, my friend. As always, what an intriguing mind and thought process you possess!!
Jason,
I've been thinking in a zen like way lately and this post is very zennish.....it's strange isn't it? Existence and the state of being? All I know is that life goes by in a flash....
beautiful post...
Jo
B the ball Danny. "Being the Ball Sardi." Living in the moment. Livin on a prayer. Livin lovin, lovin livin...it's all good!
You're a lender right?! You may have missed your calling my friend. You're a writer. Thankfully, in today's world you can be both. When there's so much to that is volatile and so much that is frenetic, this is the kind of stuff I'm glad I subscribed to.
Hey Jason - It is now Friday...Waiting for you to post a rant.....
When I get time to read a blog, still enjoy yours.
You always do a great job mixing it up.