| The Alive Ones | ||
| by Caitlin Johnstone | ||
| The opposite of life is not death. The opposite of life is habit. One who moves from cradle to grave in the flip book illusion we call time without deeply attending to this cavalcade of miracles is one who never lived. Lifeless are they who live by habit, who walk by habit, who sit by habit, who see by habit, who think by habit, who feel by habit. Lifeless are they who drift through on dead patterns instead of giving the omnipresent Holiness its due reverence. The alive ones meet each moment like a dog greets its master at the door after work. They do not think: they wonder. They do not watch: they marvel. They do not walk: they adventure. They do not sit: they engage. They do not wait: they worship. Awe was never meant to be exceptional. Awe is the only sane response to this mess. The alive ones know this. The alive ones live this. The mundane does not exist for them. The ordinary is a fairy tale told by the lifeless to which the alive listen with rapt fasciation. They take in breath with the passion of a lover in bed. They entertain light in their retinas like a beloved guest. They merrily lose every war with the world. They dance without music in the frozen food aisle. They go out into the rain with bare feet and empty wine glasses. They greet every experience with exuberant curiosity, and as death approaches it receives that same greeting. And when they are gone those they leave behind will be saddened but fulfilled, and so very grateful, to have known one who truly showed up here. |
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