The human condition is to socially relate to others, yet we recognize that in order to master socialization, one must find the center to self and live there without fear.
This duality of the human nature is a war. It is a war for independence against the war for socialization. This is true balance, the yin and the yang. Honor and integrity are internal concepts, while justice and righteousness are external. All must exist on equal footing.
In any true conflict, there are winners and there are losers, but sometimes victory comes from the unexpected and defeat is all too predictable. Just as one must find the center and dwell within, the path to that place is not a singular journey.
The path to true independence, then, comes from choice. Not the choices we make on our own, but whom we welcome on our journey, and those we recognize as subversive influences.
It is always choice, and without it we may achieve socialization, but only to avoid self-progress. The wrong choices are merely strays off the path.
The absence of choice is a loss and a war with self.
On this day in the Year 2001, a group of Americans, when faced with the horror of the morning unfold, sought to do what Americans were born to do. They fought back, by themselves, against evil and tyranny of the worse sort, and they sacrificed their lives to do the right thing, even when it was the hard thing.
In this age of double-talk and other tomfoolery, in which the very language we hold dear is used to debase the individual and the righteous, there comes a time when Goodly Men and Women must take a stand against those who would use labels to define us.
Those who fought back shook off more than the enemy. At their moment of truth, these brave Americans were first responders.
You are a first responder.
If you think otherwise—your very thoughts besmirch the honor of those brave people and for you, they died in vain.
For the rest of us, we remember them as we should remember them—they made the attempt and succeeded, they set a standard for which we judge all like men and women.
There comes a time where, in the midst of blood and death, we can take action and prevail.
You are a first responder. If another labels you as something different, this is where you take your first stand.
The other day I was in the coffee shop, again, hanging with the baristas. One of them pipes up:
“You’re in here enough, you should totally be a barista.”
Without blinking an eye, I replied, “My Marxist charm would totally bring the girls to the yard.”
I made not one, but two customers sputter on their drink.
Yeah, I still got the moves, baby.
My little blog is two years old.
My blog cracks me up. About once a week, a new reader will come by, read everything worth reading, not comment, and disappear.
If there was ever an indication I should become a fiction writer, that is it.
What is strange is I’m enjoying some success as a fiction writer, just not the way I had always envisioned. All this success does is give me a thirst for more.
I love writing.
I love you, my blog readers.
I love writing just a bit more, though. Forgive me?
Feel free to comment below, say hi, ask questions, or make even more fun of my stalker-like fascination with baristas, or guess how one pronounces “Pacheco”.
A man of God once told me that we’re all liars and sinners. At first, I thought he meant we constantly lie to other people. How could that be so? My parents taught me lying was bad (usually with a generous application of a wooden spoon to my backside), so I avoided it even when it would have been convenient to do so.
But over the years I’ve come to a different interpretation. I believe he was speaking to all the little lies we tell ourselves.
That’s when I knew those were the worst lies of them all.
Thus, the secret to fulfillment through the art of seeking the truth, is to embrace all the little lies within, and simply let them go.
Self-sacrifice is a positive, not negative, endeavor. There is a fine line between self-examination and self-loathing. One leads to simplicity and change. The other leads to blockage and withdraw.
A few days ago my oldest son asked The Wife Unit: “Just how long did you know Dad before you married him?”
The nebulous and hardly ever footnoted they say the firearm is the great equalizer amongst the sexes. Which is true, but only insofar as a moment of time. A wink in existence. Seconds, actually, and what a wonderful equalizer, albeit brief, it is. Nothing says, “No, I don’t want to be raped tonight,” like multiple 124 grain 9mm jacketed hollow-points traveling 1030 feet per second.
A woman, measured from simpler times and simpler places, always had the power of life, but rarely ever death. No, death, in these simpler times, was the purview of men. Men are stronger, yes, but men held the other key, the most important key, the key unlike any other.
Knowledge is power, and the Twenty-First Century Woman is a creature of knowledge. At her fingertips is a vast and endless stream of information, most of it biased, but all of it readily accessible. The cynical woman would say that to make sense of it all, one should close off the avenues of distraction.
The optimistic woman, surprisingly, comes to a vastly different conclusion. More, she says. I want more. Always more.
That is true power. The powerful woman is not simply the woman who stops her rapist by filling his thoracic triangle with expanding bullets.
No, the powerful woman fights against the cynical forces that tell her that’s not possible, trying to push her back in time and victimizing her by proxy. It’s not the tool. It was never the tools. It’s about the power.
At 5:20 AM I was awoken by an earthquake.
Since moving to the Pacific Northwest, I’ve been in many earthquakes. I have the dubious honor of falling down on the garage stairs during the Nisqually earthquake and bruising my wrist.
This small earthquake, however, was totally different than anything I have felt before. I could feel and hear the shock-wave approach. It was something like this:
(rattle) rattle – Rattle – RATTLE – BANG – RATTLE – Rattle – rattle (rattle)
The shock-wave moved very fast. Super fast. Faster than anything I have ever experienced.
I’ve come to the conclusion, I don’t like earthquakes.