Living Out Loud

“LIVING OUT LOUD”

BY SHEB SCHEBELLA

 Under the bed tucked away in an old show box caked with dust, grime and assorted cobwebs rest a neatly tied stack of what one may have assumed to be nothing more than misappropriated dreams that have fell by the wayside or very possibly forgotten all together. Because someone was told that there dreams were inappropriate, and their life would be much better if they simply moved forward in a more secure direction of normalcy to gain happiness; or at least a structurally sound foundation to support ones height chair to be spoon fed misery from a cereal box marked “STRUGGLES”. The good news is you will be surrounded by plenty of good people that have sat in the same height chair and swallowed the same bullshit for umpteen years. These people will advise you to join a Christian organization which has been specifically designed to cope with struggling and misery for 10% of your income before taxation; and lets face it, 10% of your life time income is a pretty fair price to learn how to stomach misery. However this will not be all you will need for your survival kit but, if you join a Catholic organization you will be in good hands. I have never met a good Catholic that could not direct one towards a top notch antidepressant, the finest selection of boxed white wines and an affordable tanning salon with ergonomic beds; I was raised catholic so I know this to be true first hand through my own meandering experiences. Many people are under the delusion that they must struggle on an almost daily bases or at least as frequent as inclement weather; that way when the Sun shines they will have a greater appreciation for the Sun, unless of course you live in the Manabí Desert or Flint, Michigan. Don’t get me wrong Flint is a fine city if you’re looking to buy a used car, or to trade your car for some Crack. I have never had to be shot in the knee caps, crawl for three days back to civilization and have them surgically replaced with plastic ones to be able to appreciate the original God given set.
Dreams are useless if we do not recognize them. I don’t like to give advice but I will share what I do. I don’t focus on struggle or suffering, or even how to rid myself of it, because when I did it only attracted more. I focus on recognizing my dreams no matter how others may interpret them. I am not saying life is without struggle, I am saying I just don’t put much of my attention there. I don’t have to be born again and realize that after I die my struggles will be over. There is far too much JOY & LOVE on this planet as I live and breathe to let it pass me by. The other day I crawled under my bed and got out my little shoebox, which I may add is not dusty nor covered in grime or cobwebs. I then took of the lid of my box of accomplished dreams and filed it away as “A CREATION IN PROCESS”. Live out loud, stand up on that height chair and leap.