Jonathots Daily Blog
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G-Pop awoke this morning with an idea as pristine as a Windexed pane of glass.
Clarity–those moments when for a brief second, it appears that intelligence has been allowed into the garbage dump of our brains.
It was rather simple: the body should die first.
We spend countless billions of dollars to keep our physical beings alive years after our hearts, souls and minds have deteriorated to nothing.
The body is supposed to die first. It’s really the only way to leave happy. If you’re emotionally drained, spiritually strangled and mentally executed before that happens, it is a misery that simulates the vacuous nature of hell itself.
We are supposedly a people of faith–who are scared to death of death.
We visit every doctor, swallow every pill, buy every step-climber and pursue each and every herbal remedy suggested on the comical Internet of knowledge.
So we live without passion.
We exist from one doctor’s appointment to another.
We spend our time discussing our ailments, lamenting our lives because that which made us who we are has decayed, fallen off and blown away as dust.
I don’t want my body to live one more day than my heart, soul and mind.
Simple.
There’s a blessing to dying while you’re still productive. It is a gift to have people lament that you died too soon instead of quietly whispering to one another, “It was for the best.”
G-Pop thought this was especially significant on this day, when he’s celebrating the birth of his dear friend. She has escaped the rigors of her culture, denied the stupidity of her youthful mishaps and has come out the other end chasing her talent to greater and greater discovery.
It’s the only way to live.
It’s the only way to be.
God grant me the insight to know that I am a heart, soul and mind, surrounded by a body which desperately needs to be the first to give up the ghost.
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