You know what I wonder about lately? What talk show hosts talk to their guests about when they cut to a commercial. Because they always lean in as the camera zooms out, and I’m wondering, what are they saying? “Dude, you bombed.” Or is it more cordial? “Thanks again for coming on my show blah blah blah.” Watch the next moment on a talk show before the break. It’s just one of those things I think about. I also think about this: What makes a good person? A few weeks ago a girl told me I didn’t need to worry about getting into heaven, “Because you’re hilarious!” she said. I found it odd because I don’t think a sense of humor exactly is your ticket in. I’m sure there are murderers out there who can tell great jokes. I’m also wondering what Heaven consists of. I used to think it was a white puffy place where you just hung out and reunited with all the dead people from your past. But I’m starting to think it’s not such an “entity” that you get into.
My beliefs have been reconstructing themselves this year. As a child I thought that following the Golden Rule and loving unconditionally got you in, among other things like Church on Sundays and not banging until you get married. I guess I still think that to some effect, but my concept of Heaven and how you get there has changed. I think what happens after you die is an evolution of your soul. But you can only evolve once you’ve learned and grasped whatever is necessary here on earth. My mom explained one theory to me that says the reason for humans to exist is to bring God into higher consciousness. And I can believe that. Sometimes I think, that guy who everyone says knows what he’s doing, DOESN’T SEEM TO KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING! Maybe when we struggle and then overcome, our achievement becomes that of the entire Universes. Our lessons are God’s lessons.
I just think you’ve got to get it before you move on. I don’t know what the lesson is specifically, in fact I’m sure there is more than one, but I know you can’t evolve until you’ve understood what you were sent here to. Maybe it’s different for everyone. I don’t know if I’m conveying properly how I feel, because maybe I don’t even understand it myself. And I don’t pretend to. I just know that when I watch people like “The Real House Wives” or “Toddlers and Tiaras” or Rick Perry, I think to myself, they don’t get it. I can’t exactly place my finger on what it is, I just feel intuitively that some people get it and other people don’t. And the one’s who do will move on to something greater, the ones who don’t will take another lap around the track. That’s the thing about the universe, it will deal you the same set of cards until you learn how to play them properly. This year has dealt me some tough cards, so I hope I played them right and get a better hand in 2012. I’m sleepy now.
Health, Happiness, Heaven.