What can I give back?
What can I give back for the life that I have been given?
Yesterday I took a nap and when I woke up I felt not only refreshed but reborn.
I don’t know what happened in my sleep or what I ate.
All I know I was listening to an album called “The meaning of 8″ by Cloud Cult and drifted off.
I had been feeling very down and lonely lately.
Very dark. Very Waaah Pity Party Pour Me.
I am fully aware at this moment how lucky I am.
I have this job where I go to schools and make kids laugh and think and we connect.
I get to get up on a stage and tell my thoughts all over the country and most of the time the audience connects with it.
I get to travel to farmlands of michigan and suburbs of new jersey to downtown chicago to california deserts and meet people.
And I get paid to do this.
I have a Mom who I love to death.
I have a sister that is my rock…even though she would never think so.
I have nieces and nephews who inspire me.
I have a dog that is practically frickin human and is my best friend.
And I have a daughter that smiles wide and giggles when she hears my voice and I look forward to every moment with her.
yeah I got some tough stuff behind me and some hard things to go through.
But I know that life is…All I got. And that is enough.
Kimela says:
Do people write to you alot? Comment randomly because they feel inspired? If so I’d like to talk to these people. Because everyone around me wasn’t as moved as I was and I can’t for the life of me understand why. I want to be around people who are inspired by people. I want to be around people who strive to better themselves instead of looking for help in other people. Maybe I’m asking too much. I’m positive I don’t know what I want from myself or other people besides acceptance and compassion? Your blog reminded me of a thought I once had. I’m sure everyone has this thought at one point. Something like “When I sleep I dream of things and people that make the day worth while. To make real life easier and the past less painful. Maybe I’m not dreaming then. Maybe when I think I’m sleeping its the only time I’m really awake to myself. Maybe life is the dream and sleep is the only time I am truly awake?” Wouldn’t that be a riot? Is this life or a nap? Maybe that’s why you felt reborn. Because maybe that’s what dreams are, rebirth and such. Hmm, let me know if that doesn’t make sense. Or not. Whichever.
March 7th, 2008 at 4:26 am