|Petrified Forest National Park, AZ, 2014|
When I ride my motorcycle across the United States, and find myself on a long stretch of road cutting into hundreds of miles of open space, I can feel it.
Suddenly, the worry of having enough money goes away. Knowing where I'll be sleeping tonight doesn't matter anymore. My standing in the community becomes worthless. Stuff like my credit score, my taxes, even my business is so insignificant. I could just throw it all away.
All that matters is that I'm here, on this planet, with the chance to be in a physical body, to feel, to do, to experience. Just the fact that I'm alive, in this second, is all that really matters.
I could be in a downtown bar drinking a really good beer, or I could be homeless sleeping on a sidewalk, or I could be naked in the desert with nothing. Either way, I'm still thinking, feeling, and doing. I'm still soaking up what the Earth has to offer while I'm occupying this body.
Even if I were to die the next day, I still got to experience what it's like to be alive.
And I wouldn't really die. I just wouldn't have this body anymore. But who's to say that I won't occupy another body some other time, some other place? Why would I want to go to Heaven if I have to be there forever? I'd rather see it for awhile, and then move on.
It's making good with whatever life has given you, in the time you're here, is all that counts.