A Quick Thought On Ghosts

I was looking for motivation to keep going this morning.

I wasn’t feeling especially dark, I was just feeling pretty powerless over my life, and terrible things in general.

There are good things in my life, don’t get me wrong. Lots of beautiful, wonderful people and beautiful, wonderful memories.

All this and still it’s hard to be a human with a body and a brain when both hurt just so much.

I think that’s pretty normal. I just need to nudge myself forward once in a while.

A voice inside saying, “Hey buddy, keep going!” is really all it takes. But today I wanted a little more. Brain Buddy just wasn’t cutting it.

I was listening to music, wandering around this strangely utopian Denver neighborhood, when I heard a line in this song by Panucci’s Pizza.

“I’m a ghost in training.”

I thought about this–how it was true. How it was funny and glorious to think about. Beliefs of the afterlife aside, we are all just living this life, training to be ghosts.

Yeah yeah I believe that after we die we descend into an endless void of nothing and whatever, but stay with me here. It’s a fun thought.

Our entire lives can become ammo when we’re ghosts. The longer we live–the more shit people we meet–the more data we have to haunt with when MANY MANY YEARS LATER, our time does come.

It’s all research.

The longer we live, the more pals we meet. These are the ghosts we can bop around with, secretly rubbing our ghost butts on the patriarchy’s dinner plates.

It’s extra time to plot.

I love you, and you better stick around long enough to learn some good ass secrets. The longer you live, the better you’ll spook.

Live long and haunt well my dearest reader.

You’re a ghost in training.