Drunken Thoughts

      Balance is a pivotal art in life. How we all would flourish if we could at the same time, enrich and foster the facets of existence. Mind, body, spirituality,nutrition, production, pleasure and art in a beautiful burst of growing. How easy it is to fall just into the trappings of specializing in one pursuit thus becoming an intellectual or a workaholic, for example. If one invests all their energy into one aspect I suppose it is the fastest line to becoming exceptional at something which pleases the ego. It just seems like there is not enough hours in the day to provide the care for everything required from inside to outside. At least in the current structural model of our society. What does the thirst of a neglected plant hurt like? Yellowing leaves shriveling up like bloodless fingers.



  Maybe if we are to change, we need to redefine what we are. Let’s take the word “Human” and throw it in the garbage. I feel we should be called “Caregivers” because we are born into a world that requires our loving attention and our name will reflect our purpose. No longer will we ponder “what does it mean to be human?” Because as Caregivers our very name answers the question. We need to take care of ourselves, each other, the environment, animals and so many other countless things. We had a good run masterbaiting in the mire of our vanity for a few thousand years learning how to define what we are. Now that we are good and properly in love with ourselves, cultured with time, the only thing left to do is to give care.