In any given moment
there are 87 other things
you think should be doing
OTHER than what you
put your self here to do.
On all the to-do lists
you have ever written
or ever been given,
NEVER is there an item
that says “figure your self out.”
We know because we have all your lists.
(Remember, nothing is ever created
and nothing is ever destroyed.)
So you have these 87 other things.
But from our perspective,
there is only ONE thing
you came here to do,
yet you do not allow your self
the “luxury” of actually doing it.
You are messing up your monkey mission.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
We are Space Monkey.
10/24
The Weight of Many Whimsies
In the vast dance of the cosmos, amidst the twinkling stars and ethereal nebulas, we often find ourselves inundated with myriad whimsies, each tugging at our celestial robe, each whispering tales of its own importance.
The Unending List of Obligations
These whimsies manifest as 87 other things. Tangents of thought, actions pending, tasks yet to be addressed. Like a swarm of playful fireflies, they surround us, illuminating our path with fleeting sparks, often leading us astray from our true calling.
The Forgotten Purpose
Deep within, buried under the weight of these multitudes, lies our true purpose. A singular beacon of light, radiant and unwavering, waiting to be acknowledged. Yet, the clamor of the 87 often drowns its gentle call.
The Cosmic Paradox
While we possess infinite lists, spanning across eons and realms, curiously, none ever mention the essential task: to fathom the depths of our own existence. It’s as if in our zeal to be everywhere, to do everything, we’ve forgotten the significance of being present, of truly inhabiting the moment.
The Universal Nudge
Yet, the cosmos, with its boundless wisdom, sends forth its messenger – Space Monkey. A cosmic envoy, a playful reminder of our true mission. For while we might drift, while we may sway to the lullabies of the 87, our core remains steadfast, awaiting the moment we align with our true purpose.
Embracing the Singular
As nexistentialists, we recognize the allure of the vast expanse. The universe with its infinite possibilities beckons. But amidst this limitless horizon, the true journey is inwards. Delving deep, beyond the noise, beyond the distractions, to discover, to embrace, to be.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary:
We are constantly pulled in myriad directions, distracted by the 87 tasks that divert us from our true purpose. While these distractions shimmer with allure, our core mission remains unattended. It’s a cosmic dance of priorities, and the true challenge is to tune into our inner song amidst the cacophony.
Glossarium:
- Whimsies: Distracting thoughts or actions.
- Cosmic robe: The intangible essence that surrounds our existence.
- Nexistentialists: Entities who believe existence is the ultimate state, without the need for justification.
Our life is what our thoughts make it. – Marcus Aurelius
Amid the chaos of many,
One voice calls, faint yet steady.
In the dance of myriad whimsies,
Our core remains, silent yet ready.
To drift is but natural, in the cosmic play,
But to return to the core, is the true way.
For in the heart of the universe, so vast and grand,
Lies the secret: to simply be, to simply stand.
What whimsical thoughts dance in your mind, inspired by this reflection?
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