It’s a Gas!
Photo taken at Key Largo Dive Museum 09/12/12
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane. And I howled at my ma in the driving rain,
But it’s all right now, in fact, it’s a gas! But it’s all right. I’m jumpin jack flash, Its a gas! gas! gas!
Rolling Stones — Jumping Jack Flash
How many times to you go out in the world encased in your shell, put on your “smiling face” and answer as if on auto pilot, “I’m fine, and you?”
It’s easy to do. We just suit up, step out into the world like this here poor fella, and go about our day impersonating the persona and reputation we have created for our self. Before you know it, each step meets resistance; it’s as though we are walking against the weight of water.
Gasp! There’s no oxygen down here. We barely have enough reserve oxygen that we hurriedly snatched on the way out the door this morning.
I’m talking about what are you born to do as opposed to what you actually do. What do you do for a living? Do you enjoy it? If you could completely follow your passions, what would it be? What do you do to make a life?
If you were a writer,what would you create? Who would you bring to life? Where would you go? What would take your breath away if you were to describe it? What words would you say that would make you contemplate therapy? What shocks you about your mind?
Jot it down. Pause. Take a step and exhale life into those words. Cool!
See what you did? How’s them words doin’ ya?
Life is good. It’s even better when you write. In fact it’s a gas!