Month: August 2013
I don’t know if America understands how racism not only affects blacks, but how it affects us all. It’s sad that in the year 2013 we’re still on the topic of racism. My father used to tell me that there would always be racism in the world, he was right. I myself am not, nor was I ever a racist. I’m actually not bothered by racism, because it’s so irrelevant in the progression of mankind. Racism will only hold us all back. If you’ve lived long enough, then you’ve most likely had to confront racism head on or you know someone who’s had to deal with racism. Nothing good ever comes of out hatred, and that’s exactly what racism is. It’s not a black versus white thing, it’s a you versus me thing. Instead of working together to provide a safer community for our children live, some of us would rather separated ourselves. Racist or not, we are all human and that’s the only classification that matters. If our world was overtaken by alien lifeforms we wouldn’t divide depending on our ethnic backgrounds, we would all unite as one race to defend our homes.
My family moved from a mostly black community in North Philadelphia to a white dominated neighborhood in Delaware. Our neighbors never greeted us, til this day I do not know any of my neighbors. They refuse to even look our way when we’re outside. Their actions don’t offend me, but I start to feel sorry for people like them who have no idea what experiences they’re passing up on by looking down on an entire race. I embrace different cultures from all over the world. I personally would never discriminate against anyone for anything. I believe that everyone has the right to be as they are and to live their lives without judgement. Living with prejudice is like giving up the right to understand how a certain culture operates. Racism is a self-destructive tool that needs to be eradicated so our children can live without those barriers. It’s truly up to those people to free themselves of the hatred and embrace the message of peace and love. Every single person on this planet deserves a chance to be understood, a chance to be loved, a chance to be seen as an equal. Today is your day to make a change, a change that’ll be passed on from generation to generation.
every night. What he doesn’t know is that tonight will be like no
other. Lyle has always had a passion for writing. Throughout school,
writing was the only thing he was good at. He was the kid who sat
alone at the lunch table with a black eye his father left him for not
taking out the trash. Lyle would fill a report card with bad grades,
except for one class, Writing. Life for Lyle was never was easy. He
never had many friends, any heroes, not anything to ever look forward
to. Lyle had a younger sister, Lilly, the only person he loved. Their
parents were never really there. They left Lyle to guard his younger
sister, home alone, in one of the most dangerous areas in Detroit.
The Brooks were poor, they did drugs, drank alcohol, partied,
runaways themselves they were young adults by the time Lyle was 6.
When Lyle was 15 his younger sister Lilly was struck and killed by a
drunken driver. The case was closed as a hit and run. Since then,
Lyle started to want more out of life, the loss of his sister had more
of a positive affect on his life. At 16 Lyle dropped out of school
and decided to hitchhike is way out to San Francisco to chase his
dream of becoming a writer. His first year on the west coast was
extremely hard. Picture a kid that age digging through the trash, or
running off with old ladies purses, just to find his next meal. He
would often sleep at bus stops. At 17, he found his first job at
Pete‘s Coffee Shop, Lyle stayed in hotels and he wrote, hoping one
day he’d sell some of his writing. At Pete’s he also met his best
friend, Daisy Preston.
Daisy came to Pete’s everyday for lunch. Then, she was a novice
writer who found inspiration at local coffee shops. She’d sit, watch,
and brainstorm. In her mind, everything and everyone had potential to
be a character in her next book. She loved to sit and evaluate people,
wondering if the guy who just bought a double shot espresso will go
home and become a felon hunting vigilante by night, or if the woman
who just got up to go to the bathroom is really going a undercover
cop who’s next big bust is sitting across the shop. Daisy’s favorite
character was none other than Lyle. To her, Lyle was a mystery novel.
One day, he was just there. He never spoke, he never smiled, he never
even made eye contact with Daisy. It took for Daisy to accidentally
spill her blazing hot coffee on her dress one day. It was there where
the two would finally speak. Daisy could see tell that Lyle wasn’t
from San Francisco. She could also see that Lyle had been through some
difficult experiences in life. She herself had to get up the courage
to initiate conversation. Lyle and Daisy spoke everyday since the
Years passed, Lyle and Daisy had grown closer, but just as friends.
While they both had sold books, Daisy was known as one of the best
young writers in the San Francisco area. Lyle made enough money to
find himself a hole in the wall apartment, pay some bills, and feed
himself. Daisy owned a luxurious condo in one of the best areas in
the city. Lyle was never jealous of Daisy and her accomplishments, he
was more confused as to why his work never sold. Lyle blamed his past
for holding him back. His mind was clouded with bad memories, lonely
nights, and broken promises. He describes is life as a horror story,
but to anyone else, it’s a mystery. He figured it’d be much easier to
write about things he related to, but what that really did was make
him think about those horrific things even more. Lyle’s life became
increasingly difficult. As time passed, he and daisy grew apart, Lyle
kept writing but never sold anything. He went back to Pete’s to work,
just to be able to keep a roof over his head. No one knew what was to
come of Lyle, not even himself.
Here we are, Lyle, 31, back at his desk, staring at the screen,
smoking cigarettes, a cup full of straight liquor, and a half full
bottle of pain medication with the printed label scratched off. Lyle
bangs his hang against the keyboard, upset that he can’t get a single
word out. He stares at the screen, thinking about the past, thinking
about his parents, the missed opportunities. He takes a deep breathe
to calm himself. Lyle exits the writing program and brings starts to
watch clips of Conan. An ad pops up for a pill called “Release”. The
pill carries a stimulant that frees the mind of all stress, allowing
the mind to focus at more than three times than average. The drug sounds
like a myth but Lyle is interested. There’s twenty dollars left on
his Green Dot card so he uses it to order a one month supply of this
medication. Lyle’s lays his head back and drifts off. Lyle awakens to
a knock at his door. He stumbles to the door, hungover, smelling like
booze. He opens the door, no one is there, he notices a package at
his feet, he stoops to pick up this unlabeled package, a large leather
box wrapped in a long red velvet ribbon. He checks the package for
any signs of who sent it or where it came from, he finds nothing. He
hears a door slam shut down the hall, Lyle takes a look and sees
nothing. He takes a seat, he looks and sees that his bobble-head is
moving, he slowly reaches and stops the bouncing head. Lyle sits the
package down on his desk. While reaching to untie the ribbon, the
phone rings and Lyle answers.
The world needs more free spirited people. The type of person that wakes up and puts no limits on themselves. The type that believes they could soar without wings, and without fear of falling. We need people who aren’t slaves to their own life. If we could all just be free within ourselves then we could all enjoy life to the fullest. We could live life without regret, without fear, without direction, as long as we’re alive, we have the right to be happy. Money, jobs, and materialism may be important to you, but you shouldn’t be consumed by anything, at any point in your life. We are all born free. As kids, we are free spirits, without worries, we live without boundaries, we smile at the smallest gestures, no one can do wrong in our eyes. As we grow older, most of us begin to lose sight of all freedom. In search of security, we turn in our freedom for chains. We’re bound by our own goals, lost in life, searching for answers to questions that need no answer. We strive to be rich, losing sight of the value in just being able to live, to breathe, and to love. Free yourself, express yourself, but always be yourself.
Life moves so fast. It’s hard to stop and take a deep breath. If you don’t stop and smell the roses, then you’ll keep on moving on until it’s too late. We fail to realize that we need to stop in order to truly embrace what’s going on around us. You could be at the top of the Empire State Building, but it won’t mean anything if you don’t pause to embrace that very moment. Our minds are overwhelmed with everyday tasks. Tasks that as humans, need to be done, but should never keep you away from taking a break when you need to. Constantly staying busy will keep your mind busy as well. Stop, clear your mind, and look around. Embrace everything for what it is, take nothing for granted. One should do this at least once a day. If you don’t do it once a day, it’ll be hard to even do it once in a lifetime because life will always keep you moving, thinking, and reacting. It’s up to you, you can live without a true understanding and appreciating for everything you’re working and living for or you can stop and smell the roses.
If you want to find love, there’s no need to search anywhere besides deep within your soul. We all posses love inside of us. Naturally, we feel like we know when we’re in love. Love at first sight needs to explanation. It’s a unmistakable feeling, all you have to do is follow the lead of love. Your heart shows you exactly what you’re missing and you instantly feel complete. Love is puzzle, and we have every piece to that puzzle scattered beneath us, buried in our pain, waiting to be exposed. When you uncover the hidden treasure of love, you will be rich. Rich in mind, body, and soul.
We’re told that true love is between two people, but a true lover loves all. Our heart will make mistakes over and over until it knows there’s nothing wrong with loving the masses, even through the hatred. When love is the only option, there will be no need to search, only a need to chose who deserves that love. Understand that just because someone makes you feel special, doesn’t mean that they’re the one for you. Don’t ever settle. Those who settle are people who gave up. There’s always more if you want it, don’t ever get comfortable. Remember, your search starts now, from deep within you.
Free your mind, accept love, give love, and eventually you will be loved.