The World is My Stage

The world is my stage.  The sun and moon is my spotlight. This stage of mine I shall not fear, because I walk it every second of everyday. Everyday, I am presented with an audience that is eager to hear my message. Each day, I am expected to perform the greatest show, for my Greatest Spectator sits in the High box above. So, to You I clearly project my voice, present myself well, and display the utmost integrity. I will give the greatest performance as if it is my last, and I will embrace every cheer and jeer with my head held high.

God Bless

How Can We Dream When We Fear Nightmares?

How can we dream when we fear nightmares? How are we supposed to dream when we are afraid to sleep? In other words, how are we collectively to dream big when we fear the unknown to the point where it paralyzes us?

Avoiding the nightmare instead of facing the nightmare, most assuredly insures that the nightmare will become reality.

Michael Jordan always wanted the ball in the waning seconds when it mattered. The nightmare was him missing the shot and his team losing, but I would assume that he also figured that him not having the ball would result in an ensuing loss as well. Thus, he faced his nightmare to prevent a nightmare. Sometimes, it came true and sometimes it didn't, but he realized that at the end it was just a fear, and that regardless of the result, he had another day to dream again.

At the end of day, we must realize that nightmares are a figment of our imagination, and when we allow ourselves to sleep we give ourselves the ability to dream. When we dream, we encounter nightmares along the way, but one way to overcome them is by facing them.

Let us not let our nightmares inhibit our ability to dream...

God Bless

If the Seas Could Talk -By Brian Barton

If the seas could talk

What would they say?

That they’ve seen the world throughout

And crashed the beaches of every continent,

Or that they’ve encountered the greatest of sailors,

Discoverers, merchants, and pirates of the sorts,

Would they speak of the grand treasures they possess?

Vastly more than the chests that has been sunken in its depths

If the seas could talk

What would they say?

Surely, they would speak of the many life forms they’ve seen

That dwells the land, swims the depths,

And that soars in the breeze

Would it speak of its wrath or its serenity?

From relaxation on the beach

To those lost at sea

If the seas could talk

What would they say?

Would they boast of their peaks and valleys

That would assuredly bring Mt. Everest and the Grand Canyon

Shame?

Maybe, it would tell us the story of the lands and how it

 Sculpted the contours of it’s essence

If the seas could talk

What would they say?

Would they mention parted waters or

Flooded cities?

Or would they speak of Neptune the ruler of the 7 seas?

Would it speak of its waves rising to the moon

Like outstretched arms raised to the Almighty?

Maybe the seas are talking

But we are just not listening

From every crashing wave

To the voices of hollow shells

The seas are speaking

From the blinding reflection of the sun

To the glistening light of the moon

A story is being told

Even those worshipping waves,

Out stretched to the heavens

May be warning us

If the seas the could talk

What would they say?

Listen.

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Your Dream Can Be As Big As You Want, As Long As You Prepare For It

The Plight of African-Americans

Yesterday, during a long walk along the water of Campeche, Mexico, I took my thoughts back home to the United States; more so to the inner-cities of America. I, normally on accounts, am accustomed to taking such walks throughout neighborhoods so this one was no different.

            During the walk, I began to think about the plight of African-Americans in America. For years, spanning decades, America has experienced the strength of blacks. Blacks have been freeing other blacks from slavery and speaking against the injustices of such an institution for many years. We’ve fought in wars, orchestrated protests, revolutionized medicine, and captivated the entertainment world. But now as I look back on all of our accomplishments, I ask myself, “what now?”

            Black progression has come to a halt, and has leveled off, if not declined. I walk through these communities, and wonder such thoughts. I see hopefulness, but I also see content. I see potential, but I also see lack of motivation. I notice gentrification processes going on, yet no one seems to ponder how they are going to be affected.

            Through one lens, I reconcile with the effect that an unjust America has had and, in many cases, still have on African-Americans. Through another lens, I get the sense of a “they made us this way, so deal with it” feeling. This second lens sparks my concern, because the perception that it brings is that we do not aim to achieve more individually, or progressively as a people. Civil right movements and an era of pride did so much for African-Americans only to end up with contentment.

            I’m not writing as a “pull yourself by the bootstrap” republican or “wealth distributing” democrat. I am writing as a person who wants to see his people empowered. I am writing as someone who wants heads raised high instead of turned down. I am writing as a man who is exhausted from hearing his people make excuses instead of making things happen.

            Justifications can be made, never-endingly, as to the state we are in, but the real slavery is a result of the excuses we make. The real jail is the captive mentality we have. The real welfare is the lack of incentive and motivation we give ourselves. The real insight is in knowing that the inability to recognize, along with our inactivity, perpetuates our digression. Opposition will always strike, but offense should not halt.

            In a country where race matters more than any other place in the world, we also make race our own problem. Race is placed upon us, and we place race on ourselves. We allow race to keep us in the rat race. We allow race to keep us content. We let its affect spread to our kids. I recognize the power of race, but more importantly I recognize the strength of my people. Let us not stop trying; let us keep pushing.

            My friend discussed with me a forum she attended celebrating Malcolm X and the question was asked “What do you think Malcolm would think about where black people stand today? Would he be proud?” I think the real question is not whether our ancestors will be proud of us, but if our children and their children will have pride in us.

God Bless

What Happened to the Kids?

During a conversation with a good friend of mine, the topic of Christmas came up. We were talking about (and I sound old saying this though I am 29) the good ol' days when we couldn't wait to wake up and tear through the gift wrappings that sat beneath our trees. But even more anxiously, we were waiting for the moment to take our new toys, bikes, footballs, skateboards, etc. for a showing in the neighborhood. I remember the excitement of all the neighborhood kids, showing off their own Christmas joys, and the pride that came with who had the best toys. Most of all, the important part was just being outside.

As we were talking, the question was asked, "What happened to the kids on Christmas?" My friend responded that it was the video games. Nothing against video games, but the point was clearly made. Each year, as Christmas passes, I notice the trend of not seeing many children outside playing with their toys. This is also something I noticed throughout the year.

We live in a society now where technological innovation is succeeding to keep us inside. It is doing a great job in holding our attention, and preventing us from enjoying the world around us.

However, I also believe that what is just as important to recognize is the time that should be spent getting our youth outside, and interacting with the world.

How can we stop this?

First, through recognizing the impact of enclosure; but even more importantly, mental enclosure.
I believe that when a person is confined, the ability to interact is immensely affected such as adapting to societal changes, interacting with people, and communicating effectively.

I also believe in exposure. Exposing kids to different things by getting them outside of the confines of their homes and from in front of the computer or television is beneficial as well.

Most importantly, spending time as an adult outside with them is extremely crucial. Instead of buying inside gifts, purchase outside gifts that require getting some sun, some air and some exercise that encourage bond building.

Christmas doesn't feel the same, and my old neighborhood does not sound the same. I do not hear the sounds and laughter of the children anymore. Hopefully that can change!

God Bless

Self-reflect Time

Seriously, ask yourself if you are happy with who you are and where you are in life.

Then, seriously act on it!

God Bless