The sun hasn't shone in what seems like 54 days.
I guess my letter to the abyss of cyberland will suffice as a salutation.
Hello, world of microchips and electric pathways with no capability of human emotion.
You know those moments when you realize that maybe the online world could possibly be taking over the reasoning powers of the human mind? And that the world will probably die online. Each individual person will be sitting at a computer talking to somebody else on a computer, the blaring screen would be the last light before the "big light" and that the cheeto-infested keyboard you have at your finger tips would be the closest thing to human contact you will have had in a year before you expired?
Yes. Those moment are festering inside my brain as of now. Morbid. I know.
From my readings of Twitter, Facebook, and Bloggerworld, this is the feeling I got whilst reading.
The winter funk is in full swing. I truly, almost forgot about its viral hands choking the life and hope out of everyone until I got onto all my life-sucking social net-working sites and was reminded of it's pitiful existence.
This is an address to all my saddened friends out there:
Don't give up. Please. For the love.
I'm going to remind you of summer.
I'm going to remind you of how you were when the sun shines. How you ARE.
YOU are still alive. Do you know what being alive means? Truly? Do you know what it means to flail your arms and jump as high as you can and spin around until you're dizzy with giddy laughter?
Do you know what it means to rhyme as many words as you can without stopping or try to make the best rap of all time for no reason at all even though it's horrible?
Do you know what it means to read the most incredible books and realize that your character identifies with all the other characters? Do you know what it means to laugh so hard that you feel your insides will erupt and your abs contract with so much effort you feel your neck swell up and your eyes gush with water?
You know how to live.
You know how to be you.
Remember? Do you remember how to breathe with the full intent of carrying oxygen to your brain?
Do you remember how to breathe with the full intent of living?
Do you remember how to walk with the intent of showing up at a place?
Do you remember how to run with the full intent of stretching and jolting your muscles and burning and pushing your will power to see how far it can go just to be able to scream at the top of your lungs, "I am existing as hard as I can!?"
Yes. I think you can. But you have to try.
It's easy to let yourself slide into the abyss. It's so simple. Because it's pulling you in. It's everywhere. It has no shape or form or physical faculty, but it's very real and very strong.
You must remember how to consciously acknowledge your own worth. How to remind yourself of your independency of external conditioners.
Remember to place your dependency on things that truly matter.
The thing about "things that matter" is that the word "matter" is the point, the pinnacle of the phrase.
Matter is "that which occupies space and possesses rest mass." Matter is rock. Matter is something that has volume, occupies the void, can neither be created nor destroyed kind of matter.
Matter has weight.
Matter has resolution.
Matter cannot die, it simply exists.
Matter is not something that is debated, or something to spur arguments.
There is no such thing as an opinion about matter.
It is resolute. It is infinite.
Matter is reality.
In terms of our spirits, matter is pinnacle because matter can never falter. The things that matter are those things that act as matter. The things that give matter in the physical sense a backbone.
Today, I felt a choral cry-out for help coming from the masses. An enormous wave of the lost and petrified.
There is no need, friends. No need to weep.
You only have need to be afraid if you let that fear grip you, if you let that sorrow choke you. But worse, if you let that abyss walk side by side with you. If you let entropy take its course and run you over. If you allow what the world says you should want to come in to the homes of your hearts and sit with it over tea. Because what the world says you should want is something unreal. Un-matter.
Find the things that matter, friends. No. Remember them.
They're inside you. They're right there. Remember the things that will last and the things that are actually in your hands and in your hearts right at this moment.
Because everything you have and need to be happy, truly joyful is right with you. You have the power. You have the capability. You have resources. You have friends. Family. Life. Love. Yourself. God.
Remind yourself to live today.