The Color of Diversity

We have been at war with a beast so vital to Life. We have fought the battle with guns loaded and aimed at the head of the beast and have lost many times. Race, religion, gender, sexuality, handicap, status level, last name, occupational level, weight, height, fashion trend, etc. create the beast of battle that we have fought against since the beginning of time. It’s a battle of diversity. A battle that has caused more deaths than any one could ever imagine. A battle so intense that it has taken over everyone’s compassion, opinion, and Life at least once and it continues to take over every day. Diversity has been the primary cause of some of the most tremendous moments in time. Terrorist acts, religious wars, and hate crimes have all started because of diversity. It is the war that not only affects each individual person, but it affects entire countries. It turns families and friends against each other. Diversity has conquered and divided nations. 

Have you ever tried to color a picture with only one color? It’s virtually impossible to create a vivid impression of what you are designing. An array of colors used to create an impressionable beauty; rainbows, tie-dye, Van Gogh and Monet’s. In every aspect of Life, color has become the strongest opposition in argument. Color has become a pigment of attitude, instead of a mere detail.

Isn’t it sad that we have dropped to an immaturity where colors are equated with status? If you only see things in black and white, then you should be slapped by every blind person who ever walks past you for the rest of your Life. I think the blind of the world are the ones who have the most vivid opinion. They create their own imaginative description.

Attitudes have become the staple for color. Every color is believed to have its own attitude and personality. That is where the clash begins, but why can’t we look past the color of the skin? When will Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream actually be accomplished? When will all men be equal? When will we be able to look at the content of each other’s characters? You might be sitting there questioning every word I say, but will you honestly walk out your door and not think one racial remark today?

Isn’t it strange that the only place where the colors of the world can come together and work together successfully for one purpose is in a box of crayons? Black, white, red, yellow, brown, green, pink, etc. all have their own separate purpose and job, but when they come together and work together, they create a beautiful picture. Racism has not found its demise, nor will it, until we find a way to come together to conquer every ignorant insult or racial slur. If you fight the battle alone, then you will only strengthen the beast of diversity. If we come together, the war is already over. 

Terribly Wonderful

Have you ever felt like you were at the highest peak in your life? Like you had reached the top of every dream and fantasy? The point where you noticed every detail and the beauty that comes with it? I have no idea why, but for the first time in a very long time, I am at that peak. I have everything I could ever ask for. I have my old friends back and new friends everywhere, and I enjoy every second I spend with them. I have everything I had three months ago, but I feel a billion times better. There’s confusion as to where this beautiful bliss is coming from, but I feel if I go looking for what it is, I might find out why I was miserable. It’s a good confusion. 

I Found a Book Today

I read a book today. It was quite different from any other book that I had ever seen. The cover was blank, it had no blemishes or fading, it was perfect as though it were brand new. I glanced through it; the front pages were torn and discolored, as though it had been used and read for years; the middle pages were beginning to fade and become weary, as though they had been thumbed through and left alone. The last pages were crisp, clean, and fresh, as though they had never been touched. The book became even stranger when I flipped it over; there was no back cover, only a blank page. As I opened the front cover I found myself even more shocked and confused, the index was distorted and completely illegible and the authors name was no where to be found.
I began to read through the torn and discolored pages. I learned of a boy who had been born, alone and lost, into a matured society of emotional fluctuation. He would begin his Life with small steps around the elders that would teach him to love and live at a faster rate than what should have been. Growing up around the older population in his Life, he would mature faster than most his age. He was taught different things and began to form opinions on matters that should not have touched an innocent adolescent mind. He would learn of honesty, deceit, love, and hate; things that many could not even comprehend at times in their lives. His adolescent opinions would create for him stressful and torn conversations that would leave him pondering about matured conversations at such a young age.
I continued into the faded pages of the book. I found the boy contradicting his thoughts and emotions on matters he thought he had been prepared for, but was only disappointed into a relentless circle of fate. He began to understand that his own hands created the good times and the bad times. Every decision he made was only promoted or tempted by those around him. Only he could create the seconds of his Life.
Reading along I emerged into the clean, crisp pages, as though they had never been touched. I found the boy growing and making new decisions that would forever alter the path of his Life. Careers, relationships, and other bonds begin were in hindsight. He began to take notice of his past and use the knowledge he had gained for the new incidents and quandaries that he was faced with. He began to walk through Life with much larger steps than when he began his journey. He takes fewer risks and puts more thought into what the outcome of the time will be.
Turning to the next page, I find it blank. I flipped through the following pages with hopes that the story would continue, only to find the rest of the pages blank. I flipped through and the rest of the book tells a story of Life, but the end was not there. I flipped back to the beginning and the index was no longer distorted, I understood what the book was about. I looked down to find the authors name, and found that it was my own. I have realized that no matter who or what comes into my Life, I am the author of my book, not them, and I create my own opinions, mistakes, and accomplishments. No one else can write my Life, it is for me.

I read a book today, and the end of it is yet to come.

I don't have a clue what this is about, sometimes my fingers just start typing and I let them go...

I have so many thoughts going on in my head right now that I literally feel like I’m spinning. Such a galaxy of different topics I want to write about, but where do I start? The spawn of modern social networking and the takeover of technological advancements, the cowardly ways of community facilitators and the cause of war, the battle for minority leader, the ongoing collection of religions, the fast track of gossip, the lack of trust in trust, the distance of relationships, or the bittersweet separation between life and death. Those will work, I’ll start there.

The spawn of modern social networking. There will never be another generation who on the first day of school will go home and try to think of questions to ask the cute boy/girl in class. No, they’ll just go home and with one click find out everything they would ever want to know about that person and more; their likes/dislikes, favorite music/movie/television show, hero, hobbies, jobs, brothers, sisters, family, friends, and even what their summer vacation was like. The next generation’s motor skills will explode with an evolving of faster fingers for typing and texting. I can see a need for speech therapists later on in life, I wonder if they’ll have to e-mail their appointments though. I remember a world where sports, adventures, dreams, and fantasies were played out on a playground much bigger than the television and console buried in your living room. Can you remember when friends could just run down to the house without calling first due the fear of what lies beyond the front door? When did we let technology take over our lives?

Can you remember when judges and police officers were both respected and feared, when those in the military were loved and respected for the job they were doing? I’d like to see the judges who were feared for showing their iron fist in a court room. Should we really have to consider the fact that a death sentence is not humane to someone who took it upon themselves to do the same task to the innocent? I’d like to see a time when a police officer can drive through a neighborhood without the fear of not returning home to the family that night. We’ve all heard the stories of wars that were fought for our freedom, the ones where we went to help others find those freedoms, when martyrs were conquered, and civilizations began; and all of this happened without apology, criticism, protest, or rebuttals. When did the cost of gas become more than the cost of freedom?

Race. Race. Race. Race. I don’t care what color you are, you’re still flesh and blood. And your soul has no color, so when you stand before God put the race card back in your pocket. Whites, blacks, Mexicans, Asians and whatever other color of the rainbow that got off the boat here and found the amazing freedoms this country has to offer need a reality check. The citizenship of this country comes with freedoms that have been taken advantage of. You want to feel bad for a minority? Go give a Native Indian a cookie and apologize for taking everything from them. If you’re white and you made it here because Christopher Columbus made a mistake and found his way to this beautiful country, then thank God. If you’re black and your family made it here on a slave ship and are no longer slaves and can enjoy this beautiful country, then thank God. If you’re Hispanic and made it here however you did and are still here, then thank God. However you made it here be thankful, because somehow God thought so graciously to place in his plan for your life to have you populate this great Country. So Thank God you have a roof over your head, food on your table, and freedom to go wherever you please. And if you’re ungrateful, go back to where your ancestors started out and try to figure out why they moved. 

If you’re thanking God for any of the above, then thank God. Finally, someone who isn’t afraid to show belief in the Almighty! Whatever happened to the Biblical Principles this country was founded on? Open a Bible, nail the Ten Commandments back up on the wall, invite religion into your way of Life, stop believing in a Petri-dish falsification, stop believing in an organized explosion, and stop believing in your primate ancestors. If you want to believe that you evolved from something that doesn’t mind picking and eating the filth off of your companion, then go right ahead with your sick little insights. But if you would open your eyes and take a look around at one absolutely astonishing atmosphere, you would realize that something greater, something of a higher presence, and something almighty had a little bit more to do with this universe than a scientific big bang of evolution ever did.

Gossip, Trust, and Relationships, I think I can tie these together in one paragraph. You listen to false gossip, lose trust, and lose and gain relationships. Wow, summed it up in one sentence. How many stupid people do you know who don’t stay in their own business? I know lots of them; most of them are friends. It’s pathetic really, you put so much trust in those around you, and they’ll turn on you in an instant. They’ll do anything to move up the “social ladder” of Top Friends. Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pale of water, simple story right? These days Jack and Jill would be under interrogation trying to find out the agenda of their relationship. On the front cover of the tabloids, because there may be something brewing in that pale, I wonder how long Jack and Jill would be acquaintances if they weren’t fiction. Would Jill want to take a step back to review the hill and pale to make sure they both coincide with relevance to those around them? Would little Jimmy, Johnny, and James conspire to conjure up some captivating conflict? It happens everywhere, school, church, work, and Life. Here’s a tip: Slap aside gossip, find out whose trust is compassionate and real, and then your relationships will last.

Life and Death, that’s the one that has me in a quandary. Life is good. Simple, right? You’d think so, but why are there so many people who live miserable lives? Forget about bad hair days and the wrong side of the bed, those are nothing. If you think they are, find someone who doesn’t have either and ask them how their life is. Death is the tricky one. People die, that’s one thing you can count on to happen in your life. To be afraid of death should only tell you that you aren’t prepared. And if that’s the truth, I’d reach out and search for your preparations, your purpose, or your plan. Life is so good, but yet when someone is in so much pain and close to death one becomes more of an advocate than the other. Death really can be a diverse situation.

As my head still twirls at an alarming rate, I’ve just realized that my state of confusion has not budged at all. In the buffet of ranting and raving, I’ve just realized there is a galaxy of consistent inaccuracies that really don’t make any sense, but for some celestial reason, they are apart of life. So, while you have your life, live it, love it, and enjoy all the quirky things that make it yours, because you only have it for so long. 

So close...

Have you ever had something so close? So close you knew you had it. You ever reach for it, but every time you do it would fall far enough to be just out of your reach. The less you do the closer it comes. It comes so close that you think you can reach it, but with your hopes up and arms stretched it only falls farther from you. It’s right there, but yet it’s so far. Why should you have to sit back and wait? You want it now. The patience you had is gone. It’s been gone for years. What can you do? You don’t have time to sit and wait. Besides if you actually had the chance to get close it would probably just crumble in your hands. Unless this time would be different from the rest. Could it be possible that such an opportunity could come along and open? Could everything you have dreamt actually come true at such a time? 
Could it all still happen even though you have lost the hope that once kept you together?

A Bittersweet Separation

In my mind I imagine a new beginning, a time when all of the pieces come together. Happiness finds its way home. Fear, anxiety, and depression get lost in a sea of pleasant tears. Separations of Life bond back together, wounds and scars begin to mend and heal, wrongs turn right, enemies become friends, and death becomes Life. Everyone begins to work together on their problems and situations. Conflicts find their long-awaited demise. Hearts find a nest of hope and satisfaction. A view of Utopia brings hope to the poverty stricken nations. The rich and poor become equal. Races become one. A new maturity finds its way to the minds of all. Fantasy overflows into the streets of an overwhelmed overjoyed population. Life evolves into an array beauty.

In my eyes I see a reality, a world puzzled into never-ending torment. Arrogance demolishes every hope of confidence. Wars rage into political, spiritual, emotional, and physical battles that have been fought by so many and won by none. Old and young, blacks and whites, mature and immature, ignorant and genius, are separated by attitude rather than distinction. Hearts crumble into millions of pieces from the let down of relationships. Tears of pain, sadness, and hate flood the enriched emotional plains that once covered such a seamless environment. Families and friends are torn apart and left in a lifeless puddle of depression. Searching for the answer that will turn all the deceased happiness only leaves us lost in a forest of tree-topping anguish. Life evolves into an array of the damned.

A separation of imagination and reality, is there any way to unleash the courageous imagination so that it may break out and conquer the infamous reality? Can we tear down the walls that hold our imagination back? Can we come together in one mind and in one accord and bring this world to a kingdom of enlightenment? Bury hatred, fear, anxiety, depression, wars, conflicts, sin, sadness, and every other terrible diseased evil that has polluted our land. It will be a long and treacherous path. We will find our happiness. All of this will become a bittersweet memory.

Reality Questions

Happiness is very hard to find these days. Most of the time we all wear a façade, covering the pain and hurt we live with day to day. Every day brings new pain, new hurt, and new depression, yet we try to cover it up with a forged fantasy life. Evils rise up all around ready to strike us down. 

Wars rage on and on, until all that’s left are poverty stricken nations. We build cities and then destroy them because apparently that’s the only way to bring about peace anymore, but does it really? Murders, theft, and other crimes occur every second of the day, so we utilize authorities to patrol our cities and states, but does this really work? 

Alcohol and drugs are used in hopes of a momentary high and escape. Not only do these tear down our bodies and minds, but they have also begun to rip away at our friends and family. Over time alcohol and drugs overrun our lives, crush our hopes and dreams, and blind us to the warning of our loved ones. We have placed regularities and restrictions on them, but does any of it curb underage drinking or deaths by accidents? 

Promiscuity has become a common lifestyle, and it is ruining the lives of many. Teen pregnancies are at an all time high and the teenage years are lost to children caring for their own children. High schools are building preschools for the children of students. Parents and guardians warn their children against such acts, but does this really help? 

Sexual perversion has grasped everything. You can not escape it. Marketing companies implement innuendoes into their promotional campaigns, just because sex sells. They have tried to make advertisements more appealing to all, but does this help in any way? 
Spirituality used to be an issue of which religion was right. Now it’s an issue of IS religion right. Somehow, questioning whether or not there is a God has become one of the biggest issues we all face. I don’t know about you, but with the increasing amounts of deaths, wars, environmental problems, and all other destructive situations we are facing, I like having God on my side, and I would be lost if I had to wonder whether or not he exists. Some people try to cram religion down the throats of the lost, but does will this really help?

You should not have to think about what the answers to these questions are. There has to be a way to rid the world of the wars, and to bring about peace. There has to be a way to stop the killing, the physical abuse, and the mental anguish. There has to be a way to stop the perversion of our civilization, and keep our children safe from the perverse ways. There has to be a way to keep God in our schools, courthouses, and churches, and gain a spiritual and emotional peace. There has to be a way to crush the evils that are tearing down our families and friendships.