Dreams & Reality

In my little cave I call an office, I was typing away at a thought or two I post to an international business site. The contacts I make with individuals around the world still amazes me even after a number of years sharing on that site. Another site I subscribe to is a site that is a forum of sorts for people like me with my issue of panic/anxiety. Although that site originates from across the pond, the support I’ve gotten has been invaluable.

These are two examples of modern media, one more business centric and the other more social. Both have exposed me to the fact that even with our cultural differences we share many common traits. After watching the news this morning I couldn’t help but think with so much talk about division put on display. No wonder we believe our problems are too big and our ideas too different to ever get along, which brings me back to the reality of our shared commonality.

I suppose it’s just human nature to gather in our little groups. Valleys, mountains, rivers, and oceans separated us for tens of thousands of years. And while humans have slowly traveled and traded with others, deep inside the idea of tribe and family still remains. But over the past few centuries humankind has created faster and easier ways to communicate and trade. Still even with these advances the color of our skin and the faith we hold to divide us more than bring us together.


It’s a shame that little things like color and custom divide us so. And those things like faith in a higher power or the love of family can’t bring us together. Just as Dr. King said so many years ago, “He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the Promise Land.”  Hopefully this can be true of myself. That one day we will finally able to see the similarities more than the differences between ourselves and live in peace.    

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Fail-Safe

Image
Through the paper-thin walls of this old house, I can hear my neighbors getting ready for another day. Laying here remember when I used to do that, working at night so I could take care of the kids, while my wife went to work. Yesterday sorta marked a tipping point for me I suppose. I finally got my consultation with the gastroenterologist. So we are working the set-up some tests my primary care physician has been wanting for me to have for months. While I would love nothing more than to tell my PCP, “I told you so”. But I suppose knowing is better than not knowing. Although I do find some comfort in ignorant bliss.  I get the impression some people feel I am an optimist. But I like to think of myself more as a realist. What some may mistake as optimism is actually nothing more than analytics. Where I breakdown a given situation and create a solution. That may sound cold and frankly less romantic. But you must understand, after living so long in a void of no emotion (due to
Read more

Moments You've Lived

Image
It’s 5:15 in the afternoon and my stupid ass is back outside. I just checked the phone and it’s a balmy 90° with a feel like temperature of 99°f. I figured since I was hot in the room with the AC on, I might as well come outside and do same thing. Earlier I read a funny meme from my sibling on Facebook that read, “Can someone send me a hug?” copy and share. Rather sarcastically I replied, “We are not huggers , didn’t we grow up in the same house?” Probably no truer words have ever been spoken about our lives as kids. Oh, we weren’t beaten or overly abused, we were just not raised all “touchy feely”. Not surprisingly most kids of our generation weren’t raised that way either. We were provided for in our working class suburban homes. It’s just that a lot of time wasn’t devoted to things like feelings and emotions. You were expected to tough it out and swallow those tears. I guess one place where we could let our emotions go was church. Raised during the infancy of the “Pentecostal Moveme
Read more

Blowing Breeze

Image
It’s later in the afternoon so I decided to take advantage of the lighter humidity and come back outside. There’s a lite breeze blowing so while the gnats are still out, at least they’re having to put in some extra effort to lite on me. You can still smell where the grass got cut this morning, but sadly the faint scent of BBQ from the restaurant down the street is gone.  The poor old sycamore tree leaves look a bit sad. Hanging like they’re on their last leg from the limbs. There’s no point in bringing up the fig bush/tree, it’s all but shed most of its leaves. It’s hard to believe that just a few months ago both plants were vibrant and green, with a bountiful crop of figs. But the birds have mostly abandon their nest in the fig branches. With the kids grown and the shade and food supply dried up, I can’t say I blame them.  But I’m the human here, I’m adaptable with opposable thumbs. I can’t move on as easily as the birds. My so-called cognitive reasoning insist I stick aro
Read more