Monday, April 5, 2010

Poets, players, thieves, and friends

Whaaahhhh. Wow. Something is happening to me. I don't know if the stars are aligning, or my tightly woven world views are simply unraveling because the corrosive threads have been pointed out to me or WHAT - but DAMN. All the things I ever wanted to care about are suddenly taking a front seat.

I didn't think it would ever shake down like this.

I always wanted to be "the kind of person" who did "good things". I wanted to be the kind of Jew that did "Mitzvah/ Mitzvot (pl.)". I wanted to WANT to care, I just couldn't quite get there. I spent all of my time thinking about how hard life was for me, and I never felt truly happy. I couldn't possibly help anybody else because I didn't have "enough" to give away. I didn't think I even had "enough" for myself. ("Enough" of what I still don't know).

I'll have to write more about this later, but in a nutshell, I came to understand that a human experience can be a beautiful thing. Today I believe that we are all spiritual beings having a human experience, and that no one person is any less entitled to enjoy his humanness than anyone else. That is why I believe I have a duty - WE have a duty - to ensure that one's basic needs are met, that they may enjoy a human experience on this earth.

We would not have been artists, thinkers, painters, architects, chefs, dancers, poets, musicians, politicians, soldiers, lovers, friends if a human experience did not posses the potential to be divine.