Recipe For Ecstasy

Correct me if I’m wrong (please correct me) but humanity seems to have forgotten the importance of prioritising their happiness. All I ever see is people falling into this typical 9-5 job (Just. Over. Broke) bullshit just to stay afloat, giving away their time and energy to a programmed monetary supply that isn’t even breaking even, let along supporting exactly what they deserve?  But we grasp with rope burnt hands onto every opportunity to get as “chockas” as we can on the weekends. Only we arrive back on Monday to rinse and repeat (some without even rinsing). I understand it’s the easy/ only way out, to have ‘fun’, to socialise and maintain your so-called sanity. But through this ‘boxed’ idea of what our life is and should be, we’ve become numb to the true reason we’re here – and my personal belief is that that reason is for us to have some fun, bitch. But real fun, real true experiences that flare a level of happiness that makes your toes curl, your hidden goose bumps rise and unacknowledged tears to erupt, due to a temporary moment of disbelief that something could be so euphorically beautiful, amusing or stimulating.

How many times have you experienced ecstasy. No not the drug, silly duffer, but the meaning behind the name of the drug?

1. Intense joy or delight.
2. A state of emotion so intense that one is carried beyond rational thought and self-control.
3. The trance, frenzy, or rapture associated with mystic or prophetic exaltation.
4. Often Ecstasy Slang MDMA.

I must say, I think I have the upper hand with consistency of pleasantries that I’m presented with. But my muscles of perspective have grown strong over the past few years, to the point where any positive or negative instance that occurs towards me or towards others; I see my option to choose to appreciate it.

I like to think of it as earning points in the Game of Life, and our prize for passing that check point of detachment is this reward of perspective awareness. I think maybe once we understand that true feeling of gratitude when presented with an experience to evaluate and disregard or appreciate, you will be presented with continuous experiences in which we are given to learn from. The situations you are given may not all be good, but if you can observe your life from a distance and gather the lessons and wisdom you are given through that hardship, you will be rewarded. Richly rewarded.

This is where it becomes your choice to what road you want to walk. Kind of like that scene in The Simpsons, where Homer is confronted with his options of floating down the treacherous, terrifying river or the one flooded with rainbows and flowers and unicorns. I mean, majority of us would choose the unicorns, right? Wrong. Most choose the dark river because it’s what our system has weaved us to believe it’s all we deserve, endure, and survive through. Life isn’t even about living any more it’s all just survival and fear of death. Although we’re simultaneously, subconsciously waiting to die, to get that ‘big break’ of enjoyment and relaxation when we get to heaven. I know you are wondering “where’s my big break? / Do I get a big break?” or even “Am I fucking crazy for wanting more out of what I’m told is the way of life?”.
I also understand it’s hard when we feel like don’t have an option, without this tool that was created – money.

But suppose we could eliminate the funds from the fun. Say we took the time out of our day to appreciate what we do have, whether it be great uplifting friends or that you live five minutes from the beach or complimenting someone else’s confidence and achievements. Your appreciation holds the ability to stimulate the creation, and that is where the fun comes into play.
It’s where ‘what do I have?’ meets ‘I love everything I allow for myself’ which starts ‘I know what I deserve’ and creates the cycle of ‘what else can I do now that will make my heart even happier?’.
The recipe for ecstasy my fellow humans!!!

I had my first confirmation in fact, on New Year’s morning 2017, when I was thrown a scene of complete bliss. I may or may not have been under the influence along with every other person on the planet. But I can tell you this, when I saw my gorgeous friends sitting in the long flowery grass, surrounded by chirping creatures and swirly pre-climbed trees combined with a front seat, five-star view of the first rising sun of the year over a crystal-clear ocean, it would have been offensive if I have turned my eye. To neglect the perfection was literally impossible. So, I walked down to the clearest blue water to use my limited time to give gratitude, only to see the prettiest little jellyfish I ever did see (obvs this sent me over the emotional edge) and then A FUCKING BABY STRINGRAY just playing in the water alone. By this point I was unable to comprehend why I was so lucky to have the most perfect moment all to myself.  Which is where I ‘declared’ myself as a surrealist in ecstasy.
Some might say I’m ‘a little bitch’ for crying over a sunset or screaming when my favourite four seconds of a song comes on. But I honestly couldn’t disagree more (neutralising their opinion of me), as my eyes are my own and I’m going to choose to disregard any eyes that don’t agree with positivity. It’s not my fault that pessimism is their preference. Nor will I let it be my problem that they won’t allow their eyes to see real beauty or experience the ecstasy that appears only a forward step away.

Why don’t we step out of the illusion of realism and lack, and step into our authentic magical feet where the surreal opportunities lay. Because it’s time we take back the natural given rights that have been taken away from us through media and political distraction. We must find the ecstasy that’s rightfully ours.
We are all surrealists at heart and we all deserve to float in our own hole-less dingy down the unicorn stream heading towards our big break.
See you there x x



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