CHILL

CHILL

Humans and aliens everywhere in the universe.  Wars in space on land underground in the sea.  Galaxies exploding, universes collapsing and mosquitoes sucking your blood, and then there are worm holes without worms.  Murder and torture and death by boredom are familiar ways to exit stage left.  And then there’s humans who think a paper cut is a national emergency.

What is all this commotion about?  Oh yea, energy doing its thing.  Obviously some of the energy can think, plan and execute, so there is intelligence beyond human IQs and spaghetti.

If you don’t think, you have no problems, and it’s because you’re not thinking, which means not thinking is the solution to your problems.  

Just do what’s in front of you to the best of your ability, just for the joy of doing your best, and never chase anything, in fact, if it isn’t chasing you, forget it, and have no way life must go, and then everyday do whatever is your highest passion that stimulates your excitement and keep doing it and do it and doing it as long as you can do it until you can take it any further and have ZERO expectations that the outcome has to be a certain way, and then, if you receive whatever the outcome is, with thankfulness for just having been able to not die of boredom, well then, what more could you ask for of life?

Life does what it does, and if you’re smart you’ll learn what it does and avoid gravity when it’s way down there, and you’ll be grateful that you can trust how nature works, which means you know it doesn’t give shit if you jump off a cliff, and it doesn’t care whatever you do.  You can anything you want and nature doesn’t give a flying leap whether you cleared the cactus or got impaled, so, you are a free intelligence imprisoned in a human, temporarily bound, limited, finite until you croak and you continue living freely still imprisoned, bound and limited in a ghost just waiting to enter and haunt another human.