September to Remember...
To take a page out of my own book I aim to offer grace to those who do not understand, and often (as you will remember, they who were there ;)) I have to take a moment to prepare to be misunderstood.
To judge is not incumbent upon me, let us not figure out who is to blame for the past but accept our responsibility for the future.
The school of life, most things, learn-ed and otherwise can be discovered without the necessity of scientific, mathematic, or other "concrete" sources of proof. We know that smoke rises not only because oxygen is more dense than the gases, but because when you are asleep upstairs and there is a fire downstairs, you find yourself with a lack of air.
To understand, knowledge vs understanding. To understand that no matter how much television, media, conversation, people-watching, etc. we ingest, ALWAYS
BELIEVE HALF OF WHAT YOU SEE AND NONE OF WHAT YOU HEAR
Life is a performance, would you rather the walk on part in the war, or the lead role in the cage?
And the funny thing is... INHERENTLY to stand on a moral high ground, to "know better" than others, is the epitome of ignorance, to think that you may not have something to learn from your adversary. My adversary is my best friend, I dream of us laughing, being merry, sharing a bowl of ripe cherries and a cigarette, reminiscing on how annoying either of us is to the other. AND WE STILL DON'T AGREE. Alas, WE COULD HAVE BEEN TOGETHER TOO!
How beautiful this world is, I love my life and who I am, maybe I am dense, maybe I am obtuse, but I'm here baby, and I'm being me the only way I know how.
Unencumbered by societal restraints, hate me if you want, deny me if you must, but do not lie to me and say that I am anything but...