First Time On Earth

Here’s the thing, chicken wing, I’m only slightly insane. Yep. It’s true. The reality you experience doesn’t suit me. So, I’ve created my own. I no longer live in the same world as you. I feel things differently. That stage that you play on got dull. It got greedy. I couldn’t sing those songs. No, I tell stories to the trees and people call me crazy. But the trees talk back if I sit and listen. In this world, everything works out for me. In this world, I am not anxious; this heart isn't broken. I’m not afraid here. Mostly because I don’t care about much, though. I just exist and it’s enough. Floating around town, looking around for my love, snacking on grief, it suits me much better. There are no jobs here. We don’t need them. Everything we need to live already exists. Food, water, shelter, books, dogs, each other: it’s all been here forever. Some of us feel too much and we can’t trust the society that birthed so many of us. My mom thinks I am homeless because I sleep in my car. This earth is my home. I am never alone. How could I be when everything around me is living? I don’t need walls and a lawn to be home. I just need my lady and my dog. Oh, and books. Did you know it is my first time on earth, too? You and I are the same that way. We get to learn something new here every day. Information and imagination is limitless. Honestly, it is. Time doesn’t exist. There is just one long moment and the expectations of the future and fading memories of the past. People worry but I don’t. I accept everything as it comes. Every feeling was meant to be felt. That’s what separates us from the machines. Every feeling is fleeting and that’s a blessing. Nothing lasts. These trees change color and shape. We accept our fate as a music note in the mass symphony of life. Everything is eating everything. And it’s a blessing. We eat the earth and then the earth eats us. We get to feed what has fed us for so long. And light lives on. Don’t you see how different this world is than yours? There is no endless grind. There is no time. There is no resistance to what's natural. Love and life fuel us here. Curiosity and exploration motivates us. We are naked, hiding nothing. We tell nothing but the truth because that’s the only way a reality worth believing in can exist here. Life is steady. There is no pressure to become anything; we can simply be. So we talk to the trees and believe in magical things. Taxes, politicians, monopolies, countries, parking tickets, commercials: it's easy to be here without those things. We have a garden. It’s nice. I sing to the plants. And I play the guitar terribly for them. I love them. We can agree that this is insanity, can’t we? This isn’t the right way to live. No. That doesn’t make any sense. 8 billion people wouldn’t be doing the opposite if this was the way. See? Insane. Living in this dream separates me from everyone else. And some resent me for it. But this is a whole different world! And it’s here! It’s inside all of us. Can’t you feel it? Your ancestors knew. Something inside of you knows this is true . . . Come join my little world and be a little less lonely. It’s your first time on earth, too, so let’s be gentle with each other. How does that sound?

CH 11/7/26