Back to Writing

I guess it is time for another blog post. I don’t know. Every now and then I just stop writing or write very little over a long period of time. I think this is to be expected. I’ve been thinking about what else I could possibly touch on and there is quite a bit I should write about, but where do I start? What is going to be my next frontier of blogging? I think, in a way, I’ve gotten over the whole personal development phase in my life. I guess my life is moving in another direction. I’m still working on spiritual development and comedy, but not so much on constantly changing and tweaking my diet, because I just can’t do it right now and that is okay with me. I’m letting certain parts of myself coast while I work on other things. And this is something that has to be done.

I am eternally grateful to have this medium to express myself and I often wonder why I don’t use it so much anymore. I have this wonderful feeling of nostalgia when I read some of my previous posts and remember how committed I once was. But life comes at you fast, and in my effort to slow down the pace of my life and try and spread that message to others, I do not accomplish quite as much, but I do enjoy myself more than I did previously. I felt like I was running around in circles trying to be one of those superachievers that most people loathe. I am not a type A personality. I would say I am more of a type Z as in Zzzzzzz. But at least I accept that. And I know I can lead a good life like this and be successful, so it shouldn’t really matter so much how motivated I am at particular times.

Thinking outside the limiting box and moving into new and exciting possibilities is always something that keeps me afloat. As I start getting back to the health I often took for granted, I think about how my comedy career is going to pan out and how I can improve as a writer. I’m spending a lot of time in natural settings, such as under trees and in the woods. I am developing a deep appreciation for life itself and its cycles. I guess you could say I am relearning to enjoy life again. I am, at times, developing an almost child-like view of the world, watching ants and squirrels walk about in the forest and noticing things that adults are supposed to have tuned out by now. I like watching the turtles swim in the water while I finish reading my latest Chuck Palahniuk novel. I now really appreciate all forms of artwork and I can see the person who created it in all of the works. It’s a nice feeling.

I am more fully adapting to a minimalist system because I now see how trivial most of the things we own really are. However, there still are some things I cannot do without and many of the gifts I got from other people have this sentimental value I can never forget. When people ask me what I want for Christmas, I have no idea what to tell them. Maybe some comedy CDs, but I feel if I get to many of those, I’ll never listen to them all enough and feel like they weren’t worth the money someone spent on it. I have YouTube and that is all I really need right now. Actually, I probably don’t need that so much, but it is nice every once in awhile to look at some of George Carlin’s or Steven Wright’s material. And Chris Rock. And Richard Pryor. And Louis C.K. And Zach Galifianakis. There are just too many…and Jeremy Hotz.

It feels good to get back into writing again, though. Most writers understand this. You forget how it feels to type out something that is coherent, well-thought out, and has a message to share with the outside world. It is liberating in a way because you are so free in this way of writing. There are no boundaries, except for maybe the English language. Well, I have to go. Prior committment. Peace.

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Where Are We Going?

I wrote in my last post that I feel our species is headed for our ultimate destruction at an accelerated pace. And I am fine with it. I feel that the way our nature is, there really is nothing we can do to stop it. And that is completely all right with me. If we take a good look at all these things we’ve created in an attempt to discover some sort of meaning in our lives, we will be utterly shocked at how much destruction we’ve caused to the beautiful planet. It was fine for awhile. It really was. There weren’t so many of us, you know? But the accelerated pace at which we have reproduced, a quadrupling of the population in 150 years or so, we have to step back from our printing presses and our construction crews and take a good look at what we have done. We need to see the big picture. How far are we willing to go? How far will Planet Earth let us go? We see the temperatures spiking and it is almost like the Earth has a fever. Our home is getting sick. Yet we keep on clearing out forests and swamps to build minimalls and Wal*Marts. But I don’t think it will be for long.

But I have a distinct feeling the planet will be fine. The people, not so much. The Earth has tried to control our population, but we outsmarted it. We have protection against almost any disease it can throw at us. I’m living proof. A brain tumor growing from birth was an ultimate death sentence 100 years ago. Now, we have overstayed our welcome. And we can’t help ourselves. It is our nature to destroy the world around us for our own gratification. And it is not our fault. We grow up so detached from nature, from the environment, that we view it as something separate from us, something “out there,” instead of in our bones. I can totally see why people don’t have compassion for nature. They haven’t really experienced it very much. Living in cities and apartment complexes is hardly a naturalistic scene. And who even knows what we are doing. Is building more and more plazas and multiplexes going to make us feel better? In the short term, yes. But in the long run, I believe it will be the cause of our extinction.

I’ve heard a statistic, and it may be dated, but it stated that every eight seconds an acre of trees is cut down. Every eight seconds. That’s almost 400,000 acres of trees a year. Trees are vital to most life on Earth. Trees take in carbon dioxide and spit out oxygen for us to breathe. They also absorb a lot of the carbon dioxide from our car emissions and provide shade, a necessary entity. And it’s fine if we cut some trees down on a small scale, but this is ridiculous. But no one ever sees the big picture. You know why? Because no one is a part of the whole thing. It is all compartmentalized. It is like the Manhattan Project. Everyone does their part, but only a select few know the entire blueprint. And our inability to know how to fix this problem, and the amazing apathy about global warming I see every day when I look on message boards or Youtube videos is astounding.

Because of this, we are probably not going to last here on Earth as a civilized species for more than another 100-200 years. The population will reach 10 billion by 2050 and one billion Americans are projected to be living here by 2100. And then, due to our close quarters and unsustainable living practices, something is going to happen. An extinction event. Our life expectancies will go down rapidly, chaos will ensue. There will be a shortage of jobs, a shortage of places to live, a shortage of basically everything. Clean water will come at a premium. And I don’t think we’ll be able to weasel ourselves out of this situation. And that will be the end of us, the observer, the writer, the philosopher. And, like I said before, that is okay. If you look at this problem from the perspective of the entire physical universe, it is like losing less than a grain of sand. “But look at all we’ve accomplished.” It will all turn to dust. Impermanence. Everything is temporary. You cannot get too attached to anything, as it always changes. Seven years from now your body will have replaced every one of your cells.

So, to answer the age-old question “Where are we going?” I must say that we are going to our ultimate demise. It may take awhile, but it is a grim fact nonetheless. But it is the truth. As a species, I think we were too smart for our own good and found a way to control everything around us for a feeling of security that was never fully satisfied. The more land we control, the more we want to control. There is actually someone who bought space on the moon. He claimed the moon. Now real estate is going outside the planet. What does that say about our universe? Pretty soon, to steal a quote from Fight Club, there will be a Planet Starbucks. A Microsoft Galaxy. Just think how pissed the aliens from another galaxy would be if they found out they are now property of Microsoft, Inc. I would be, too.

Some people would say this is a pessimistic take on the state of the world. That is not so. It is basically a factual observation. It is facing the truth of what we have done. It is knowing that our lifestyles are unsustainable. It is knowing what factory farms are doing to our ecosystem. It is simply knowing that something is fucked up. And you can try and put it out of mind, drown out your sorrows with television, which ironically conveys a materialistic lifestyle only attainable by those who are rich far beyond your wildest dreams and only encourages you to buy more things you cannot afford and do not need at the expense of your wallet and the planet. But I don’t have any solutions. I know where we are and I know what we are doing is unsustainable, but no one is going to take this seriously. As the old quote goes, “Human beings cannot bear very much reality.” It will be our utter demise. We spend so much time trying to support a family or whatever else you do and when it comes time to worry about the sustainability of our species, no one has the time, nor the energy to put forth. It is a giant commitment. And everyone else around you is living lavishly while you are recycling aluminum cans and not buying new stuff. People start to talk about how you’ve lost your mind. And you eventually assimilate yourself back into the culture of unsustainability. Just so you can fit in again.

And every time you buy a new thing, a new car, a new stove, you get this feeling of temporary satisfaction, but then you go back down to the state I would call “normal.” And you need to buy something else to get that “high” again. And after you do that, you go down a bit below normal. And now you need more just to sustain that same feeling of satisfaction. And eventually, you have all this stuff in your house and you’re miserable because you are in credit card debt and have a foreclosure on your home. And then you’re living on the streets because you had to have that Hello Kitty desktop organizer/mp3 player. You’ve sold much of the stuff you bought and now you spend your whole life trying to get out of credit card debt, but the wages you get are so low that it seems impossible. And the planet is worse off because of all that wasted stuff you never got to use because you were too busy either working to pay for the stuff or out getting better, newer stuff. And you forgot. You forgot the key to happiness is inside yourself, not out there in some object of your desire. But now you remember. You remember that you no longer need all these things to be okay. You are okay right now. And now is all that really matters because you see the grim future ahead, and do your best to enjoy every passing moment.

And that may be the best we can do right now. Adopt a minimalist lifestyle, do not contribute to the consumption so much. Minimize our “ecological footprint.” Not drive so much, which is not so easy because most cities are designed for driving and not walking. Where I live there aren’t any sidewalks and every grocery store is at least five to ten miles away. But I can only do the best I can right now, but so can everyone else. It may lessen the blow on our species. I don’t want to see us crash and burn so quickly. Stop having so many kids in affluent nations. I can understand a woman giving birth to eight children in Africa because the odds of them all surviving are low. But in America, it is not necessary. Stop at one. This will slow the population growth if everyone does that. But I know what you are thinking. For every person who has one child, six or seven will have more. Yes, I know. But if you spread your message to many people, then maybe they’ll pay it forward to others and the message will spread everywhere. If we cannot control our nature, we can at least try to control our population. The more of us there are, the worse life gets for most of them. That’s all I have to say for today.

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Timelessness of Nature

Nature is the most beautiful asset out there right now, which is why I am such an advocate of sustaining it. When I am in the woods, away from any man-made structures, on a path through trees and shrubs, it just makes my day. Some people may call it an escape, but I call it going home. That is where we came from. The forest. Our biology is rooted there. I am a strong advocate of naturalism, and I know for a fact we are not supposed to live the way society conditions us to do so. If God has a Divine Plan, I’m pretty sure a credit report was not any part of it. Neither was the IRS.

If I had the survival skills and was able to, I would go into the woods in a heartbeat. I’d build a log cabin and live out my days in a peaceful setting. But you can’t do that stuff anymore. Every square inch of land is owned by somebody and God forbid if you step on “their property.” It still does not make sense to me. How can someone “own” land? I know you people paid good money to get the particular lot you have, but whenever I think of the space in which I occupy, I can’t help but think of all the wildlife that was displaced because of our need to get a bigger house with a bigger yard and a perfect lawn, and the trees imported from their native areas projected onto our land, out of place.

What gets to be really depressing in some respects is I can see the deforestation happening before my eyes. Every day, another forest gets ripped up in the name of “progress,” while we cut down the Earth’s biodiversity more still. But we all put it out of sight, out of mind, but you can’t be living consciously if you do not acknowledge the atrocities us humans have bestowed upon our Mother Earth. And we also treat Father Time like a commodity. “Time is money.” “Stop wasting time.” I remember Jerry Seinfeld talking about time, how people go around, trying to save time, and then when they’re about to die, they’re like, “Wait a minute, what happened to all the time I saved? There has to be some left!” I don’t have the exact wording, but the idea remains complete.

I can tell you the answer to “Why are we here?” has nothing to do with building more malls and boutiques, not to mention displacing millions of animals and plant life. We are not here to dominate the Earth, and make it our bitch. We are not here to go into fictitious wars for oil and to stage terrorist attacks. To tell you the truth, I do not know exactly why we are here and what all this means, but if you look at everything we do as a species from a global/spiritual perspective, you start to see how insane a lot of it is. Our lives, everything we stand for, is so trivial, and yet we keep moving onto the next socially conditioned activity, pretending we like it, pretending that everything is fine. But it’s not. And nature helps me remember that. Nature helps me feel whole. It is my home away from home (or lot).

We are a genetic experiment gone awry at this point, and although I know the human race’s time is limited here, I do not root for us. I know we will eventually destroy ourselves somehow in the near future. But it’s okay. The Earth will just shrug and say, “Well, that one didn’t work either.” More than 25 species go extinct every day, and we’ll just be another one of them. Sure, we’ll be the one that caused the most damage, but in the timelessness of nature and the universe, we will be forgotten. If there is no one left to observe us and record our activities, we will simply fade away. And there’s nothing bad about it. It just is. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

If you look at life from the perspective of the entire universe, you start to see how trivial a lot of the things you worry about are. Life is something that is infinite, at least for the time our planet exists, and no matter what happens (even an asteroid smashing into our beloved homeleand), the universe will survive, persevere. Just think about how the dinosaurs felt when they were wiped off the planet. It was a sad time, no doubt, but the Earth recovered and eventually it will have to go through another “cleansing phase.” Do not fear this, as it is just another way the ecosystem rebalances itself. Maybe it’s a little payback for our destructive behaviors. I don’t know. I didn’t write the manual on how the universe works, I just love to observe it in its glory.

I think the main reason why people don’t respect nature is because they don’t spend enough time in it to really experience it. This is why I encourage you to take some time, whenever you have some, and go out into the wilderness and see the amazing things that go on there. They may not be newsworthy, like the murder downtown, but it will be an experience you will enjoy. Never take the forests for granted because they may not be here for long. But I know they will return, once we realize what we are doing on a global level, or alternatively, we are wiped off of this blue-green marble due to an extinction event such as a pandemic. And that’s okay. I can live with that. The universe knows what it’s doing, probably a lot more than we do. Maybe one more strip mall is all it will take before it says, “Enough!,” and casts us off into oblivion. Or maybe it will take centuries. Either way, I’m here for the ride. I hope you are, too.

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