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his mind. Like the chances of being born as you...’the
individual you’ were impossible, like winning the lottery over a
hundred times over, and the jackpot, not just a tenner. Gabe knew
that every day and every little thing and every single person was a
mind blowing miracle but reality didn’t seem to reflect much of
that! No one else seemed to realise or care.
    For whatever
reason, Gabe saw that people just wanted to get on with their day,
their plans, their deadlines, their routines, their lives. And it
all looked pretty boring and mundane. Perhaps, if everyone knew how
special and unique and lucky they were, what a complete miracle
everything was, then they would celebrate every day. Celebrate
life, celebrate their similarities and their differences, be kind
and friendly and dance down the street. Sing a merry tune. Just be
a bit more bloody jolly about the whole situation.
    Gabe tried to
like people, he tried to like everybody or at least try and see
some good. He had read somewhere that the thing that you most
disliked about someone was nearly always the thing that you
despised most about yourself. Gabe still hadn’t figured that one
out yet. It could very well be one of those things that needed to
go into the psychobabble bin. Or it applied to the masses but not
to him, as he often realised. But Gabe found it too hard to see
other men and women as his spiritual brothers and sisters when they
were invariably so ignorant and boring or just plain unfathomable.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, more that he just did not get
them.
    To Gabe, there
was a bit of a vacuum between him and them. That’s what it was.
Like a vast gulf or a giant valley. It may not have been visible
but they all felt it.
    Gabe looked out
at all the faces in the street and he didn’t know why everyone was
so miserable. Perhaps it was for the best, the way things had
worked out what with all the evil and suffering that was about too.
Perhaps if everyone just celebrated and partied all the time,
nothing would ever get done. If there was no order and routine, no
people in power or government telling people what to do, no laws or
rules, would most people just descend into savage like behaviours?
Were the majority of people not able to self-govern themselves,
with their own high standard human right morals and human kind
principles? Would they ever be?
    But the way
things were now, with everyone always so busy and so stressed out
and suffering from this, that and the other, there had to be a
better way. Gabe had read that in the sixties they took LSD to open
their minds but now, they took Prozac to block out their minds! And
Gabe didn’t believe much of what he read, Gabe reminded himself
that everything was invariably lies and that he had to do his own
research before he believed in anything, but Gabe could believe
that.
    As Gabe watched
everyone getting wet in the rain, making themselves ill to go and
clock in somewhere for the day, he wondered why it wasn’t
preferential to have a more simpler life, even if that meant only
having what you needed. Would that be such a bad thing? If everyone
had just what they needed? And if they weren’t so busy, could the
masses be trusted with more free time on their hands? Could people
be trusted to educate themselves without having to be locked in a
class room and forced to learn? Was all this misery optional? Did
everyone need to work like slaves just to buy the latest ‘must
have’ bit of stuff? To work their way up some invisible ladder so
that other respected them for that rather than for their true
qualities. Or was all this a part of the next crucial step in
evolution? And did it really matter? And how the hell, thought
Gabe, was he going to go about sorting out the whole world’s
problems when he struggled to cope with his own?
    As Gabe looked
out between the slats of the blinds of his bedroom window, out to
the far reaching grey of the real world going about its business,
it cast a dark