 by Dan Parker picture taken from www.the-peak.ca Growing up is a very strange concept in there of itself. I am not sure how else to phrase that sentiment. If you were to ask a kid what it is that they aspire to be when they reach adulthood, chances are that you would in all likelihood receive a response that all be in a similar chord. They might tell you something that would be a noble endeavour such as an educator, medical professional, maybe someone with an athletic aptitude. Or more notably someone heroic. Someone who saves people from buildings. Someone who serves and protects. Someone who works for justice and lady liberty. A role model. A super hero. When I was a kid, I just wanted to grow up. Be a man. My own kind of man. To bee responsible for my own fate. To be in control of my own destiny. How things change.
I, like most nowadays, am prone to frequent binge watching shows that pander to my humanistic conflict. Epics sagas of heroism. It’s become undauntedly clear that what started out as child’s play is now a huge societal genre. We still dream in Technicolor. We still identify with the protagonist more often than not. We want to both fit in, and yet change the shape of the world around us. The world in which we live. With great power comes great responsibility. Relatable, even without feeling as though we are at odds with the overwhelming guilt of stumbling over the original sin. We all have power. And responsibility. Any cognitive man, woman, even child should be able to attest to that. There is always a price to pay for our actions. For every action, a reaction. Every word we speak has the power to hurt or help. The tongue is a double edged sword. Do we use it to build up or to tear down? We are responsible. Our conscious perception aides to the governing of ourselves. Do we extend our hand? Or do we clench our fists? I’m the best there is at what I do. What is it exactly that I am the best at, or what I do? Well, that I am still trying to figure out myself, but I do know this; what I do, if I do it right, is easier to explain then if I do it wrong. Mistakes will be made, but through such, learning will occur. It is a process, to without ego, to picture things as if we were ordained to do them. That we are created to be the best. Taking each day and giving it our all, would we not positively affect our environments? It wont always be easy, but seldom are the things worth doing. Let the devil out. Its said that the devil is in the details. How true is that. We spend or waste precious breath by skirting our demons. Our problems will confront us. Key word being front. By passing the buck, point fingers and placing blame we lose our identity. We get lost in the translation. Make the choice to own up to things. Take accountability, especially should something go sideways. We allow ourselves to wind up painting into a corner by negativity and fears. Fear of unknowns. Of False Evidence Appearing Real. Shortcomings are not shortcuts, but when we identify them they can become building blocks of character. Truth, justice and the American way. When we can be honest with ourselves, we inherently become honest with those around us. When we pursue the valiance of integrity, than justice is equal for all. Our morals and the standings thereof are consummately upheld. Leading to last of the three. It is given to the previous virtues. It becomes second nature and the by-product of freedom is formed. Freedom of speech. Freedom of choice. Of individualism, and the gift of religious freedom. Its not how we hit the mat, but how we get up. We emit our inner beings by outward displays of love, courage and compassion. Our truths defined by our actions. Even when we struggle, stumble and fall. it is the characteristic of change. Next time you feel, or see someone who is down and out, think that maybe the change needed isn’t always monetary. “I said yep. What a concept. I could use a little fuel myself, and we could all use a little change.” - Smashmouth
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