Whatever may come

Well, another sleepless night.  Another evening alone with nothing but myself and my thoughts.  Strange to say, but I think I enjoy the quiet outside.  There's nothing, not even the sound of cars this early into the morning.  The sky is awash with stars and there's just a faint whisp over Cierro San Luis mountain which looms like a massive black obelisk behind the house.  Its the sort of night one should expect out of October, the night one half-expects to see ghosts out and about, walking the streets. 

I'm a fairly superstitious person.  I can't walk under a ladder or cross paths with a black cat.  For the longest time I couldn't get out on one side of my bed (because of the saying getting up on the wrong side of the bed.)  Apparently I thought the left side of the bed was the bad side.  Now the way my bed is, I get out on the left side and seem to avoid the right.  Strange.  But maybe its just force of habit now.

That said, I do believe in spirits, ghosts whatever you may call them.  There's times I'll get strange feelings, chills etc in a place that's old, or going by a cemetery.  It's not easy to explain, its just a very uneasy feeling.  Only once have I ever felt something malevolent, and that was a trip unto itself.  Something I NEVER wish to experience again. 

I know a lot of people discount ghosts and that sort of thing, but yet these same people don't discount religion.  I never understood people who didn't believe in anything though.  To think that we are born only just to live, die and then rot is a very fatalistic viewpoint.  It sort of begs the question, what is the point of any existence if that's all there is?   Whether you believe in god, goddess, buddha, or whatever, I beleive that there's a certain divine spark in all of us.  It is not simply neurons in the brain that makes us conscious beings, it is a sense of being, a sense of purpose. 

We're only on this planet for a short amount of time, and yes we are all born to ultimately die, but that does not change the fact that we must live.  I struggle all the time with the ultimate conclusion, I am sure all of us do.  I suppose the point of all this is that we all touch the divine in different ways, and I think we should celebrate that fact with each moment we live and breath.