Soul Jumping

Everyday we make choices. Every moment, full of infinite options, an illustrious array of possibilities. Everyday, we wake up and we do our necessary tasks for the day. Afterward, we lay down and go to sleep. Day after day. We begin to fall into a pattern. Instead of being mindful of our daily tasks we become robots. Robots trained to do their tasks for the day and recharge. What happens when we truly devote ourselves to each and every moment? What if our daily tasks were not monotonous but something we truly cherished doing? What if instead of being a robot, we were human? What if we lived our life so fully, that our soul jumped with joy.... what if.....??

Imagine this:

Marcus wakes, as he steps out of bed, the creaking metal in his kneecaps sounding like a sliding door off of its frame. He hops into the shower, which thankfully is WD-40 and gets ready for his day. Marcus, now all oiled up, has a bit of a grin on his metallic face. His metal gums making his LED teeth appear as radiant as the sun on a clear day. He is excited to get to work. Marcus lives for work and he begins his work day by sitting down at his desk lined with all the information he needs to assist his customers. He checks his voicemail, which to Marcus, is just one machine talking to another. He begins to call the humans. Answering all of their questions and being the best bot he can be. Although robots don't eat food, they do need breaks now and then to recharge. Marcus though, being a good bot, never really took the time to take breaks. He was programmed to go without them. He never thought twice about it. His CPU was just not programmed to do anything but work. After a long day Marcus recharges like all of the other bots. The next morning he wakes and heads straight for the shower. His old body moving at the pace of a tortoise and with sound of a mechanic burrowing through his toolbox.  The days go bye. Morning oil, voicemails, calls, and recharges. Years pass and Marcus' once shiny alloy skeleton has now become rusted and decrepit. The morning showers no longer reinvigorate him. He squeaks his way to his desk, the same desk decorated with pamphlets of information to help his clients. He listens to his voicemails from his clients and begins making his normal calls. One call was different. It was different from every other call because of one question that was asked by the woman on the other line. She asked Marcus, what is his favorite part of living. He mentioned how much he enjoys work, mostly because its the only thing he knows. He also mentions the warm WD-40 showers and how when he was younger how much those showers gave him life for the day.As he went on about his very simple life the woman began to ask him. "Have you ever walked through a field full of daisies? Have you ever felt the sea breeze, the kind of sea breeze that has that distinct smell of ocean mixed with the smell of fried foods from the boardwalk? Have you ever taken the hand of someone and felt that at that moment the two of you are becoming one? Have you ever felt the love of a pet? Have you ever appreciated the sand in between your toes? Have you ever been to the top of mountain and at that moment realize you are just a piece of this beautiful world?" As the woman was asking her questions Marcus began to think. His thoughts a exponentially different from any he has ever had. He felt for the first time, a warmth inside of his metallic body. He asked the woman to continue to talk to him about the world. She spoke of huge marketplaces in Marrakesh, coral reefs off of the Australian coast which had more life within itself than you could even imagine, she spoke of pyramids in Egypt that took hundreds of years to build, Canyons in the United States, and  Palaces in India built by kings for their wives. Marcus begins to realize that his rusty skeleton is starting to shine. It is not shining metallic like it once did but something totally different. His body is shining a warm bronze, like a freshly crafted statue that has been polished more than a military lieutenants shoes. He tells the lady that he is terribly sorry but that he has to go. She has one more question for him, "what is your favorite part of living Marcus?"

"I'm not sure Ma'am, but I intend to find out"

Marcus leaves his office.

He never returns.

He is all of a sudden too busy, enjoying a new perspective on life.

We have all been Marcus. We allow our lives to become routine and the routine becomes the task. Don't let the expectations of the world take away your soul. Find the things in your life that truly make your soul jump and do them. Do them to fullest!!!

I love y'all!

Chris, Heir Of Slytherin

"This is how we do it, its Friday night, and I'm feeling right. The parties here on the west side. So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up. Designated driver put the keys in my truck" - This is How We do It (Montell Jordan)