Backflash: Santa Monica, California circa 1989.
My mother had been left. He found out she was pregnant and he left. Of course he didn’t leave right away, not before asking for a simple abortion. Yes, Polly Jane Bland, unsuspecting cells, could have been aborted. My simple remains could have been lying somewhere in a trash can or could have decomposed in a toxic waste dumpster outside of an abortion clinic along with one of my earlier siblings.
But that is not the case, and I am thankful. I feel as if I have made an impact on the world, being an almost aborted cell. Thanks to my mother and amazing father Dennis who adopted me, I am alive and grown with clothes on my back, a computer, and a cup of coffee beside me. Oh yeah, and thoughts. Aren’t thoughts the most amazing thing you ever do? What is life without pondering what our existence truly means? Funny thing is, you can think and think on it as much as you like- say, your whole entire life- and have little more information as to why we exist than what you started with. Baffling, eh? I, for one, have spent a great amount of time on it but have not reached the summit and probably never will. Maybe those people who feel like they do (no one knows for sure, of course) are the people who are believed to have reached spiritual enlightenment.