Holiday Of A Lifetime

Life: four letters which fill in the blank between Birth and Death in a swift lash of the tongue perfectly.
Letters that once placed in the appropiate order, undoubtedly make up the most precious word in the dictionary, and regardless of its size, the biggest. The reader will find these statements obvious and apparent, but the word LIFE means more to me than following a daily routine then shaking its sand from my shoes as the itch of sleep arrives with the turning of a duvet at night.
Breath is secondary due to its emptiness. A heart that simply exists to breathe is not entirely functional as it beats constantly without rhythm or purpose at scarred images of life as it was. The past is dead.
The elixirs of Life to me is morning cigarettes, fingernails covered in coffee cream, dust gathering on ancient maps, the smell of petrol in a garage, soup by candlelight, cobwebbed biographies, standing on a windswept wave crashed beach and laying idle on a pile of work desperately seeking my attention.
All of these give me unlimited pleasure, and give to my heart the reward it so rightly deserves. Breathing is such a tedious task if done alone, and one must be careful at this stage of Life because as soon as the fragrance of living becomes a quiet odour, the heart itself turns into mere whisper.
Eack of us who are given the priceless gift of Life ought to have at least one glimmer in their spirit, one sparkle, regardless of circumstances. Life should be treated as a unique, new experience for the body and a holiday for the busy soul, it shouldn't always be taken so seriously. Shakespeare wrote that all the world is a stage and I believe we should all play the jester, or a child. But not a sensible one.
Every day I hear people whining about this or that, smoking their fingers to the bone as they cry, but all they achieve through airing their grievances is slight satisfaction, which is ultimately as futile as the empty heart I spoke of.
I am of course aware of atrocities which have taken place throughout history (and still do), and I can never begin to comprehend the suffering of victims. But for the ones who have been spared the real pangs of misery, to me they sit like the dull weather and I muse upon their perceived frictions in life with some hilarity. Comparing the complaints to kitchen utensils, toolboxes, sugar bowls and other inanimate things.
Consider a pair of shoes for example. Every day they get worn out, drowned in puddles, walked in dog shit and eventually get scuffed through time only to be discarded with the eye holes firmly shut.
That is similar, if not exact as the situations we face in Life, which is why I urge people to take a firm grip and walk in those shoes on the broad horizon of Life and make the heart a shrine to circuses and clowns and not shuffle around in chain gangs forged from self pity.
The years are short enough in this world without shrinking them further to curdle them in petty sighs.
Life is a chance from God to seize whatever amount of pleasure we can get before our souls are returned to the hectic realm of mysteries and hauntings. Returned to sender. I do not know of any other gift afforded to such an amount of people (religious or not)than the beautiful chance to Live a Life.
Life is the biggest of all jackpots and if some people wish to spend the windfall frantically pacing about with worry on their shoulders it is their choice. But I intend to smile through pain, sheltering under the shadow of the jesters attitude and laughing all the way into the Afterlife.