How To Live Forever
What life looks like after death.
As I walked through those empty roads after a heavy day of work, my entire body felt off and I couldn’t move anymore. This night was particularly darker than the previous ones. Few people were walking around, looking like vampire — or victims running into their homes.
The place was scary but I couldn’t stand anymore, after a brief moment of hesitation, my body laid on the ground and here I was, watching this immense sky filled with stars. It’s funny, but it always seems as if the stars are the representation of hope. I don’t know, I just feel it is.
Of course those are “only labels”, I can still remember these words from a strange man I met earlier in the day. Life has this funny way to put us in contact with people we never met and yet, who possess the perfect message for us. Some say it’s pure coincidence, others say it’s from God, I simply think it’s neither.
Our world is more synchronized than we’d like to admit. When nothing went ‘well’, suddenly someone or something happened and changed our life in ways we never imagined possible. When everything was perfect — although we didn’t think it was at the time — life moved everything around, letting us on our knees.
In the face of adversity, it was easy to cry or to want to give up but most never did. Yes we loved to complain, got upset, blamed the world but deep inside, the stillness of the flame within kept us alive.
You might think that I’m a wise person, or a teacher or a spiritual punk, I’m not. These words aren’t mine. It just happened that I heard them so many times they became a song in my mind. They are from the old man, and till this day, I don’t get why he shared them with me.
Noon. Summer. The day is the hottest. I’m with my colleagues, we’re working on a building. We’re digging. We’re running. We’re sweating — No, we’re leaking. In these moments of intense heat and work, only motivating ourselves keep us moving. Life is hard. Each second of my time is exchanged against a dollar bill — the same dollar bill I throw each evening in my whiskey until I can finally vomit my misery.
Each time I’m in front of my glass, I try to question my life, “Is it all there is to life?” then I catch myself and repeat those words I’ve heard from my dad eons ago “Stop crying and work. There’s no bitching in this world. You go get it before death gets you”. I heard them when I was 7 and yet they still strongly resonate in my mind.
My dad was strong, never complained and even if he always looked too strict, I knew he loved us and did all he could to take care of us. Sometimes people say that I look like him. It makes me feel happy but then I remember who I am.
I am a loser, I’m in my forties, I’m not married, I don’t have any kids and all the dreams I had were burned with the scrolls of my life. The only thing I’m grateful for is my vitality although the alcohol is slowly killing me. We’re dumb sometimes. We know what’s best for us, we know what could kill us and yet our actions never catch up.
A friend of mine came by, a colleague I mean, I didn’t have friends. His name was George, and he had this weird way of loving everything that had George in it. It’s crazy how paranoid we can be at times. By the way, we didn’t met yet? Sorry, my name is Antonio G. Cortes, and yes the G stands for George. Now you know why George won’t stop “small talking”.
George: Hey man, how are you doing today? The sun’s hoooot, I think I could drink the entire pacific ocean right now hahahahahaha, what about you?
My mom always told me the most boring jokers laugh at their own jokes before their audience. My father might have been really boring to teach her this lesson.
Me: Hey George, yeah the sun’s hot today. Haha, I know you could drink anything George, even your jokes….
He didn’t hear the last part thankfully.
George: Yes man, so, what are you up to today? Are we gonna get some chicks tonight or what? I just found some money below the heaviest rock I ever lifted!
Me: Oh really? That’s amazing man. But really today the only thing I want to do is sleep.
George: Common man, this is a rare occasion we have to do something great together! Look I’ll give you half the money! Common! You know that if you don’t come I’ll spend everything and we’re not even sure we’re gonna get something tomorrow.
Me: George, thanks brother but really, I just want to rest today. You could invite Lynda perhaps? I remember her intense way of looking at you. Your shoulders grew recently, she might have some nasty thoughts about you.
George: Really man? You think she wants me? I always thought I was out of her league! I’m definitely gonna check her out, thanks brother! I always knew you had all my best interest at heart, this is what George’s do together brother!
Me: Yeah man haha.
And that ball of energy finally moved away. I do like him, he’s a good guy. But right now, I just want to head back home and these stones aren’t moving.
Stranger: Brute force is all that is directly available to man, that’s why he relies so much on it and forgets that he has intelligence, spirit and subtler powers available to him, anytime.
Who’s that? I turned myself and saw an old man, someone I never met before. He looked relaxed, in soft white clothing. What the heck was he doing in this crazy place?
Stranger: Oh, you must be Antonio. I’m glad to meet you. I’ve been trying to communicate with you for while now but it was hard to get your attention.
Me: Uh? I never noticed you ol’ man. And by the way, how do you know my name? Who are you? I never saw you before.
Stranger: Antonio, I come from a very distant place and yet it is the closest to you. Defining who or what I am is simply labeling, which is the main reason our world looks this chaotic today. Let’s say that I am simply what I am. Or that I am you. Do you have a moment please?