Nothing

One of the hardest things for me to do is NOTHING. My mind cannot conceive, or more accurately received, the concept of doing nothing.  There is a gap between time and space that needs mass to fill it, and I feel that it is my responsibility to fill it.

I’ve often referred to myself as a free spirit, and that, indeed, I am. It is my physical boundaries that cause the constraints in my life – the social mores, moral obligations, the social agenda, and my keen sense of responsibility – those are the things that need to fit between the space; they are the things that keep me in the race, wanting to be a part of everything, yet wanting nothing at all.

I want the world to meet me on my term – giving me the freedom of a butterfly and the buzz of the bumble bee, letting me be as wide as the ocean or as narrow as a stream – giving me the freedom to be me.

Few and far between are the people who have lived long enough to be true to themselves. Many times when people die you will hear others say, “They were just about to come into their own (self; that is).”  That is both fearful and sad, because it hinders others from reaching their highest point because of fear that the view will be short-lived.

Science tells us that the lifespan of a butterfly is only three days, yet I’ve never seen the carcass of a butterfly lying around on the ground, so it makes me wonder, “How do they really know what the lifespan of a butterfly is?”

A butterfly roams free and moves from place to place, traveling miles and miles in a relatively short time, so even if it only lives for three days, it is three days well spent.

Anyway, my theory is that the lifespan of a butterfly is diminished in captivity – as is the lifespan of any other living creature meant to live a life of freedom. That is why so many people in far-away countries live to be centennials, because they live less stress-filled lives – simple meals, simple lifestyles, practice healthy habits – and longevity is their reward.

Ever wondered why God put the first man to live in a garden, and not a mansion? Because freedom is essential to life; think about it.  The birds of the air, the fish of the sea, the trees in a forest – they are all uninhibited by their native environment.  Man is the only species of God’s creation that is limited by their environment, to the extent that they feign existence within boundaries – boundaries that were created by man, not God.

There is nothing that I need more in this life, outside of the breath of life and a beating heart, than to experience and enjoy the essence of life through the oracle of freedom as God intended it – nothing!