The In-between
by Some memorable advice for living.
The enigma of purpose… Intriguing indeed. The purpose of which no one knows, but the Creator. To make history, or her-story. Enter into this world, an individual, oblivious of its own individuality. An individual who’s highlight of the day, is the discovering of five fingers. Fingers enriched with the simplest, yet most under-appreciated gift of all of the five human-equipped abilities. The sense of touch. A sense informing said individual of heat or cold, rough or smooth, hard or soft, violence or love. Amazing… Amazing is the knowledge that this is only a fraction of the experiences, life’s new inductee will uncover. From the first dirty diapers to the first dirty word, this is the beginning of the end .
A journey of firsts and lasts. The warmth…Warmth this individual feels from the first, Sunkist-orange, horizon-encroaching sunrise, to the seclusion-revealing chill sampled when the sun sets, and the mystery of their first night begins. The nervousness… Nervous from that, wanting to crawl inside yourself, yet burst at the seams at the same time feeling of anxiety, excitement, and bouncing butterflies. Butterflies coaxing a “say hi” to the snickers-bar that this future business-man, or woman, scarfed-down for their first, too-busy-to-sit-and-eat-schedule, butterflies they’ve tasted from their first crush, to the bitter, isolation-provoking, soul-gnawing, finality of their first, rejection-filled break-up. The feeling of being privileged, honored, and accomplished, yet humbled from this individual’s first job promotion, to the feeling of failure, ridicule, self-loathing, yet still prideful feeling felt from this individual’s first job termination
. All of these “postures-of-being-human” and countless more, balled-up and stuffed into one soul. A unique and encrypted soul, instilled in every shell on this ever-churning, ever-evolving planet. A soul living only to create another, to do it all again. Yes, the world is unforgiving in its existence. A world full of absolutes. The absolute that we, humans, are born to die. But alas, in our quest to make history, or her-story, our quest of recreating lives to continue where our successors left off, our quest to have something memorable etched on our epitaphs at the end… Just remember the purpose… from the moment the miracle of life begins, to our journey on the yellow-brick road to our death… is to enjoy the in-between.
Just remember y’all… live life to tha fullest every day! Cuz we aint here for long! Holla at ya man!
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