The Adventures of a Part Time Professional Gypsy (and her ginormous teddy thing)

Sunday, April 24, 2016


What were you born for??

In this cruel world of suffering and refugees and homeless people and war and taxes and divorce and hatred and PMS and Trump you can’t help but wonder why it is you turned up on this here planet… right?

I mean, whether we like it or not, we’re adding to the problems. 
We’re simply another mouth to feed. Some more footprints of carbon. 
We’re the ones having bad days and mood swings and frustrations. We’re the ones cursing the check-out counters for the back log of elderly people taking an hour to buy half a litre of milk. 
We’re either the bosses other people hate or we’re the ones spreading hate by bad-mouthing our bosses.

But what are you living for?? Why are you here?

We all won the sperm race. We’re all alive today. 
We forget that there may be a reason for that.
It’s easy to simply exist: eat, sleep, work, facebook, repeat. 
It’s easy to hang out with this or that sort of person. It’s easy to relax in your comfort zone. It’s easy to simply be. 
But is that living??

In staunch contrast to the gawking beauties of the islands of New Zealand, I’ve seen more pain and hardship than I have in a long time. I’ve been more confronted with death and pain and suffering than I’d like. It’s bought me a few tears and break downs; but it’s also bought me back to life.

Sometimes we get so caught up in comparing ourselves and our abilities with others. It’s easy to think that we’re not good enough or that our lives are meaningless. 
We’re selfish, but often self-loathing. 
We’re rich in so many things, but we all call ourselves broke. 
We’re too scared to give for fear that we won’t have enough. 
We’re all too scared to try things, just in case we fail.

But if you have legs; go places. 
If you have eyes; fill them with beauty. 
If you have a voice; sing, laugh and yell for joy. 
If you have friends and family; hug them often. 
If you have dreams; chase them.  
If you have life; make the most of it.

One day we’re all going to die. The question is, what legacy are you going to leave behind??