A New Place

The following script is a product of months of thinking. It is a product of months of observation, conversation, acclimation, accusation, admiration, advocation and affirmation. This is a reflection after a drought of thoughtfulness. I have been through a time of rolling with the punches, going with the flow, and submitting to the non-governmental powers around me. But as I resume my contemplation, I look around me shocked at what we, and therefore I, have become.

I peer around a corner and I witness a drug deal come to completion. I turn the other way, and I see two individuals of the same sex, engaged in an openly sexual relationship. Directing my attention to the East, I see children getting shot on the street for gang affiliation, and to the West I behold a police official with a corrupt heart. My head spins in horror, and everywhere it turns, I see rapists, murderers, gangsters, hustlers, pimps, tweakers, hookers, crooks, villains, strippers, teen pregnancies, violent spouses, cheaters, divorcees, liars and enablers, who find a way to justify the actions of all the previous identities.

I see a world where not only are people polluting their bodies with illegal substances, but stores cater to their addictive needs openly, although not “technically”, with drug paraphernalia.

I see a world where pregnancy as a teenager, and furthermore teen sexuality, has become so incredibly overlooked, that we now have government companies providing birth control and abortions for our teenagers. We have so little self control that rather than fighting what we deep down know is wrong, we refuse to be accountable for our own actions.

We live in a world where, varying by state, prostitution may be prohibited. Let me spell this out. We live in a world where selling sexual services for monitary payment is such an issue, and so popular an occurrence, that it becomes necessary to ban it? It is saddening that we have to even be told not to do such things.

But let us pretend that people actually listened to the voice inside, telling them right from wrong.

Let us pretend that we kept things that don’t belong in our bodies, out of our bodies.

Can we pretend that our government received enjoyment from helping teenagers deny their temptations, rather than receiving money from their sins.

Can we pretend that neighborhoods from different areas treated one another as they would like to be treated. For that matter, let us pretend that these gangs even knew what they were fighting about.

Let us pretend that co-workers helped one another to achieve a common goal, instead of throwing each other under the bus to hopefully better themselves.

I write this to hopefully get the reader to think. Maybe the reader will realize that all good deeds come with rewards. Maybe the reader will see that the best way to get your own wishes granted is to help grant the wishes of others. So many of us strive to reach our goals by crushing the goals of others. If you have a wish, a genie is not what you need. What you need is a good heart. Do not stoop to sinful ways when your plans unravel in the sand.

Keep in mind, a gangster did not grow up wishing to be a gangster.

A panhandler did not grow up wishing to be a panhandler.

A prostitute did not grow up wishing to be a prostitute.

These characters are a result of arrangements not going as planned.

Readers, let us wish to leave this place and arrive at a place much simpler than this. And as we wish for this place to come to fruition, we must remember how to achieve our goals. Help someone today, and tell that someone to help someone. Maybe together we can reach our ultimate goal.

When your plans unravel in the sand

What would you wish for with one chance?

Simple Things

We tend to overcomplicate things. By we, I mean all of us. We all stress over the schoolwork we must complete, or the times sheets we have to finish. Our lives are filled with stress, and we complain about it time and time again, but who really brings it upon us?
Some will argue that the good Lord above brings these anxieties upon us, and although sometimes he does indeed put obstacles in our path, he is not the one responsible for the tension associated with these obstacles. Some may blame their teachers or professors for laying the heavy workload, and although they do indeed accomplish that, they are also not responsible for the worries you are burdened with. Many will even blame their bosses, who, although they may expect a lot, are simply doing their jobs like you are. The tasks your boss sets out for you to accomplish, although trying at times, are also not the source of your strains.
As a reader, after reading what is above, one would wonder who I believe is responsible for all our nervous tension if indeed it isn’t God, our teachers or our bosses. The point I am making is that your stress is nobody else’s fault but your own. Things are a lot simpler than most people make them. People spend all this time living with jealousy, worrying about what others are thinking, holding grudges and coveting the things of others. It doesn’t have to be that way, however as I type this, I am equally as guilty as the person next to me.
Instead, I attempt to view the simple things in life. I appreciate a breakfast of grits and bacon, instead of focusing on the fact that it wasn’t served to me in bed. Rather than complaining about the quality of my shoes, I take them off entirely and enjoy the grass between my toes. I could long for the stereo system of my neighbor, but in place of that jealousy, I listen to what I do have, an open window and thousands of crickets and frogs outside singing me a lullaby. Everyone has something to enjoy…So enjoy!

Little Cuz

Sometimes you learn things from the most unsuspecting people. Let me rephrase that. You can learn so much from people you would never guess could teach you anything. We just have to listen. What makes me stress this so much? I’ll get back to that.

A child’s optimism is incredible. Truthfully, their optimism is most likely due to their lack of knowledge. Yet, regardless of where it comes from, if you listen, you will pick up a lot. I have a four year old cousin named Zach. He is 2 feet, 9 inches tall if you round upward. He fits comfortably underneath the bathroom sink. Yet despite his size, he has more fight in him than anyone that size should. He is so persistent simply because he doesn’t see why he shouldn’t be.

He calls me Camel, because we play a game where he rides around on my back, and that was the first transporting animal he thought of at the time. He asks me all the time to play, and if I don’t feel like it at the moment, or if I just finished playing with him, I will say “No buddy, not right now, Camel’s tired.” He replies to this in a polite manner, simply saying “Ok, but after Camel’s done being tired, we will play again k?” Some may call it him pestering me, and I wouldn’t necessarily disagree, but I see it more as optimism. He doesn’t see why he wouldn’t get to do what he wants. He lives in a little world of guaranteed gratification. Because of his ignorance, he lives in bliss.

As I think about this, I recall him and I swimming this past weekend (actually, I was swimming. He was clung to my shoulders, life jacket employed, playing “Water Camel”). I had gotten out, and of course he followed me. He told me to chuck him into the deep end. It was an easy task, he weighs a total of 20 pounds. But the kid can’t swim, and I wasn’t about to send my beloved cousin toward his doom. I told him I couldn’t because he could drown. He didn’t understand, so I told him he would hit the bottom, avoiding a conversation about drowning. He simply replied “Well if I hit the bottom, I’ll just jump back up!” As foolish as it sounded at first, coming from a toddler, the statement was truly profound. The child had just taught me an important lesson through a metaphor, without even knowing what a metaphor was.

If you have ever felt like you have hit rock bottom in life, it is important to not think rigidly. Life can suck, there’s no avoiding that. But being at rock bottom is, by no means, a bad experience. I have begun to think of life, with the help of Zach, like a swimming pool. If you are truly at the bottom, you are in an ideal position to push off, and soar upward.

Running

If you’re a runner, you know how it feels to lace up your FILAs and jog off into the brisk morning, or if you prefer, the calm evening. Running is an exhilarating blend of exercise, thought, and overall satisfaction. It works you out physically, obviously, however it also gives you an opportunity to be alone and think about all the things you’ve been neglecting to ponder, for whatever reason. The cold air flowing around your body relaxes you, and is the best environment for getting things off of your chest and shaking the monkey off of your back.

Those who agree with the above statements, imagine this. Imagine going out for your morning or evening jog like usual, yet, instead of your everyday sleeveless tee, you are instead wearing a fifteen pound iron breastplate. Rather than your training shorts, you find yourself wearing what seems to be, in essence, a giant sewer pipe on each leg. Instead of your headband or visor, you’re wearing the helmet of a gladiator, and on your feet are not the FILAs you’ve grown so fond of, but rather, a pair of eight pound iron shoes with pointed toes. Needless to say, you’re virtually indestructible. If you fall, no harm will come to you. Despite that, it would be an understatement to say that your outfit is less than ideal for running. How far would you get wearing this attire? You would quickly get exhausted, and the air that you breathe would rapidly become the air that you choke. Furthermore, the feeling of the outdoors is eliminated by the fortress you’ve surrounded yourself with. In addition, good luck thinking about all your issues while distracted by your efforts to run effectively. Your running experience has been destroyed.

Let’s relate your running experience to your life experience. So many people live life in the armor, afraid to let their guard down and laugh, as well as be laughed at; love and be loved. Heartbreak is a terrible, miserable thing to go through. It truly tears people apart. But every single person in this world goes through it; it is simply unavoidable. Instead of running expecting to fall, enjoy your running experience for what it is, running. Enjoy life for what it is, your life. Will you chomp the asphalt? Yes. Violently. Yet, when you look back at the end of the race, you may remember the occasional slip-up, but you will remember more so the enjoyment you received from it.