Tuesday, May 17, 2005

The Tao of Anthony Keidis

Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Blood. Sugar. Sex. Magik.

Give It Away.....Remember?
What I've got you've got to give it to your mama.
What I've got you've got to give it to your papa.
What I've got you've got to give it to your daughter.
You do a little dance and you drink a little water...

Realize i don't want to be a miser.
Confide with sly, you'll be the wiser.
Young blood is the lovin' upriser.
How come everybody want to keep it like the Kaiser?

Give it away, give it away, give it away now....

But not for most of us. Someone once said 'our houses are just boxes for our stuff'. ..We get more stuff, so we need bigger houses to put our stuff in. Then our stuff starts to break or get old (or someone else gets newer, better stuff) and we have to buy MORE stuff...

Then I remember someone else saying something about 'if you see someone in need, give to him without expecting to be repaid'. In other words, travel light. The less 'stuff' I have, the less I have to worry about fixing, insuring, replacing, protecting, storing, and replacing it.

Yeah, I need some stuff: transportation, food, shelter, water and electricity, a few clothes. But what do I REALLY need? If I can learn to travel light, will the journey be better?

Monday, May 16, 2005

The Blessed Hellride

Uh...The Blessed Hellride? What's that about? (Glad you asked...) The title is blatantly stolen from a BLS album, fronted by Zakk Wylde, guitarist for Ozzy. And here's why...

A few years ago I realized some things about my life.

1. It's not about me. No matter how prestigious my 'job' is or how much money I make, it's all polishing brass on the Titanic. It will all be gone in a few short years. In fact, on a long enough timeline, it will happen to all of us. For me, I decided to travel light.

2. The circumstances which led me to this realization were painful and costly. All the things I said I'd never become? They showed up in the mirror one morning while I was climbing my way up. When my [then] 2 year old pointed to a picture of a hotel and said "Daddy's house" I knew it was time to bail. While I was accumulating shiny things, my little boy had a void that only I could fill.

3. Other circumstances followed. My realization was that, without the blessing of the misery I was in, I wouldn't have made the change in my life. Thank God for the misery.

Changing your life is never easy, whether it's a job or a exercise routine. But the 'hellride' produces things in you that you never knew were there. While it's miserable at the time, the end result can be sweet fruit. It's a Blessed Hellride.

So, thank God (and Zakk) for the Blessed Hellride.

Any similar experiences?

Sunday, May 15, 2005

I'm finally here...

Ok...ok....I FINALLY got my own blog....welcome to the 90's, huh? Keep your eyes peeled for great revelations, deep insights and other rants and raves along the way....