Breathing Under Water
Do you remember what it was like breathing under water? I mean, that’s how you started the first 9 months of your life… well, maybe it wasn’t water, per se, but that liquidy, oxygen-filled, nutrient-rich wet gooey stuff? Remember?
In actuality, I think we all may be born with everything we need to thrive in this world, cable-ready so to speak. With all the intuitive and spiritual faculties necessary to live out our life of choice.
And then they get their hands on you and completely screw you up!
You come into this new world naked and open to learning and having experiences, and what do they do? They slap you on your ass and within hours are cutting off part of your manhood. Uhh, I think I got off at the wrong bus stop, nurse… put me back in!
And then it starts…
- Sit up straight
- Eat your vegetables
- Don’t wipe your nose with your sleeve
- So, if Billy jumped off a cliff, are you gonna jump too?
- Stop listening to that crap, you’re gonna go deaf
- Cut that hair
- Do you want to end up a bum on the street?
- Get a job
- Don’t put all your eggs in one basket
- Buy low, sell high (ok, that was good advice)
- Are you going to live in my house until you’re 40?
…And then they pass the baton on to your spouse
- Don’t leave the toilet seat up
- You never listen to me
- Complaint 3 (sorry, I stopped listening at this point)
- Complaint 4
- Complaint 5
Geez, breathing under water was so much more pleasurable; the sensory deprivation experience of it all seemed so relaxing, like some kind of free spa. I had 3 squares a day, a warm environment, didn’t have to wear those ridiculous baby uniforms with the matching hat and booties that made me look like a 3-year old “Baby Gap” pimp hanging out in front of toy’s r us. What’s the point of it all?
But I am not cynical!
Believe me; I am not cynical at all. I am not Al Bundy (well maybe just a tiny bit)!
I am truly fascinated by this all; I mean how bizarre is life, you know? We go through all this social conditioning and programming in our formative years, only to realize that these parents who we looked upon as the gods of our lives, were just a couple of scewed up kids trying to figure things out for themselves too. It is a wonder any of us actually survive, but we do. And we learn great lessons – if we are looking for answers.
What is amazing to me is the number of people who walk around all day and are NOT trying to figure out the meaning of it all. How can one look at the moon, for example, and not just stare in utter amazement wondering, “How the heck is that big ball of dirt just floating up there?”
I have been breathing air now for about 45 years and I am ready to start breathing under water again – to return to that cable-ready being that intuitively got it, who had no resistance whatsoever. The being who could bypass all the mixed messages and the marketing hucksters trying to sell me a piece of shiny cheese. The being that was just plugged in and connected. I am ready to create – not regurgitate! It’s time to get off the competitive plane and onto the creative plane, because that is where there is no competition – in the rarified air.
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