“ANOTHER
HALF ASS RANT”
FROM
THE BOOK OF SHEB
BY
SHEB SCHEBELLA
When I get sad, I
go away, to a private place where only song bird’s play, and butterflies rest
upon my knee and tell me that everything will be ok, like those three little
birds in that Marley song. Then I have a
bong hit and chase it with a beer and think “This is a pleasant place, with
that being said my life is still fucked up.” The bong hit however, does get the
butterflies to talk more, and there’s nothing like a talking butterfly really.
Except for maybe the caterpillar, you know that one, the hookah smoken mother
fucker from Alice and Wonderland. Of course that caterpillar became a butterfly
I assume much like the ones that have been talking to me. Puff the Magic Dragon
he was higher then a Georgia Pine, and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land
called Hanalei. Puff’s life was fucked too because children grew up and stopped
believing in him and so he would die or simply vanish, same thing. What keeps
an entity alive? People, living energy, humans that’s who. If enough people
stop believing in a spirit the spirit dissolves. It is much like the spirit in
oneself, you stop believing in yourself, you lose your spirit. The spirit needs
energy or the life will just be sucked out of you. In the end you’re nothing
more then just a dried up ball of shit with painted on eyelashes staring down a
lot of spent calendars and boxed wine. I am not an advice columnist, and I
don’t do a lot of movie quotes, but there is one I am found of from “The Shawshank
Redemption” it is when Andy Dufresne said “You either get busy living, or you
get busy dying.”
I think of that quote often when I seem to be
feeling sorry for myself or legitimately depressed for an over extended healthy
period of time. Because there comes a point in life where it just takes to much
self awareness to realize your beginning to enjoy life so therefore many feel they
need to make a continues conscious effort to draw back from reality and
catapult themselves back into a state of disbelieve and numbness do to some
fucked up guilt issue that tells them they just don’t deserve to celebrate life.
It is easy, but it does take a lot of work on an energy scale to stay depressed.
That’s why when you’re sad you feel as week as a kitten some days because being
upset, sad, depressed or whatever descriptive emotion one wants to use, bottom
line is it sucks the fucking life out of you. I notice for myself it takes very
little energy to be happy, but on the upside as well, being happy produces a
lot of positive energy for myself and for the people around me in my circle.
The great philosopher Leghorn Foghorn once said “That’s a flag waiver Boy; you
have to keep your on the ball. Keep your mitt in the air you’re built to close
to the ground and your missing the high ones.” Basically what Leghorn was
saying was that everything you need is right there in front of you to be happy,
just snatch it up when it’s offered, because it may not come back around.
Inclosing I will say this. Life it is the
greatest most amazing gift anyone could be given, to be aware that you are
alive is monumentally huge in biblical proportion. There is very little any of
us can do to really to increase the longevity of our life; no one truly knows
when their expiration date is up. There is one thing we do have control over
most of the time and that is the quality of our life.
Life may be short, but it is the longest event
that we will ever take part in. Raise the bar of the quality of your life, by
doing this you may also increase the quality of life for another. Be apart of
life, live out loud…That Leghorn what a Cock…lol
