Ready for the bang?

The day started with a bang.

It was a loud bang that nobody heard, not even yourself.

Still, you thought that today was going to be the day where everything you ever wished, dreamt, wanted, would happen, – all at once.

Gasping for breath you hardly managed to open your eyes. Wobbly feet supported your entry into the next 24-hour marathon of existence. The mirror threatened with a name change to morror if your tousle-head looked into it any much longer. It would take all your reserves to stay in the run today. Quitting was out of the question as you were informed of the bombardment by real manifestations of every request you ever conceived.

Today was a lifetime-squared in a day exponentially expanding.

Today was an avalanche and earthquake resulting in a tsunamic eruption with heart-stopping potential. Your coffee better is laced with caloric excess to sustain the relentless exposure to life’s unrestraint storm of surprises sweeping you aloft and around.

Are you ready to face exhaustion only to re-compose yourself again embracing the next wave of meteoric showers realizing your every desire imaginable?

Tell me, be honest, were you ready today?

I was.

I saw it coming. I tempted and instigated it. I planted the seed and then charmed it to pop with the flute of my imagination. I just couldn’t forecast the precise day, but I was as ready as I’ll ever be.

The bangs banged from every conceivable corner of my day as the revolver of life spun through its cylinder furiously spending wish-fulfilling cartridges as if every minute only had one chance to be the most spectacular firework in my history.

I was drenched to saturation experiencing life between and during every breath in such kaleidoscopic intensity on a vehicle of rainbows amidst the big bang of my unfolding momentous reality.

It was a rush of such gigantic blow-me-away intensity and a vertiginous high that even space travelers, sages, and heroines would give up their vocation to experience it.
I was in a sea of availability with a horizon of infinity under a sky of reality shone upon by the sun of possibility. Drunk and sober, overloaded to sparking point, boiling with uncontrolled energy, surreal in behavior to all but the initiated, consumed to transcendence by metamorphic passion, assisted by forces leveraging universal laws unleashed by the power of today.

My day. Mayday-Mayday. My day today.
Today was one day filled with a lifetime.

Now imagine having eighty-years of days of such events soaring your spirit with a thousand super-nova-octanes past the verges of any limits till your soul is satisfied and eternally at peace.

I am ready again and again.

Are you?

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The ‘Go’ in ‘Wait’

Waiting is paused life while time slides along.
Asynchronous parallel behavior fills the waiting void.

Why the wait?
Was I too fast? Was I too slow? Did I venture off my course?
Waiting is watching for something with intent. Waiting is hoping for a wish to gain fulfillment. I am waiting for alignment and synchronicity with life. I am waiting for a door to open, for an event that wakes me up again so I can proceed.

Wait for me, I can’t wait for you, but waiting is what I seem to do.
Waiting is a way to say there is something out there that could make my day.

Wait for a little but not too long, when nothing happens you know it’s wrong.
Wait is a Stop sign implying an indefinite Go. It’s a ping wishing for a pong, incalculably slow or unrecognizably fast so that I have to wait again for it to show.

I was born under a dangling sign that spelled ‘Wait’. Unclear the exact event. I ventured hitherto and fro perpetually dissatisfied and penned. In limbo and at double speed, more than once, I went around the bend hoping for the Wait to end.

Waiting is like the colon (:) after a sentence: Are there facts following that bear any resemblance to the thought that inspired the pronouncement (wait) or has the plot been lost in the waiting wake?

Why do I wait when I should fly and gain perspective from up high? Waiting does not please me if anything it makes me cry (and do other things).

I wait because in waiting I think the answer to my future is being formulated.
A Wait, however, is the universe’s encouragement to me to do something different or un-wait related. Do I really want to sit around and wait, doing nothing? Unequivocally not!
The longer the wait the clearer the message to do something else does sound.
Wait actually means to motivate me to ‘Go-go-go

The greater or longer the waiting the louder the call to fill it with activity.
The more Waits the better. Each Wait is a wish of sorts. Like this, I instantiate and created ideas galore like a Rosemary or a chain of Waits so to speak. There should be so many that when their manifestation occurs I can say, “OMG, I didn’t even remember that I waited on this idea.”

In our human existence with a mind full of thoughts enlivened with imagination, waiting on something can also consume us and make us a waiting wreck. Nature, apart from us, has no waiting equal. In our mind, the Elephant waits for the drought to pass and the Lion waits on the Impala to feed, but in reality, I doubt there is any waiting going on. We have created this concept of waiting and we suffer the consequences as long as we don’t see the message to accelerate the ‘Go’ between the Waits.

So go and wait, er, wait and go, go, go!