“During a long flight back from a well needed vacation, the plane’s captain makes a startling announcement on the speaker, “Attention Passengers. Due to mechanical problem and an oncoming storm, we’re going to be forced to make an immediate emergency landing. Please return to your seats, fasten your safety belts and put on your oxygen masks, as you were instructed to do before the flight. May God be with us all.”
The ominous warning indicates something serious and possibly life-threatening is about to go down.
This blog is to address an issue I hold dear to my heart, for it’s about the pure love I share with someone whom society deems to be “untraditional”. Some might call this love taboo, but I call it what it is, I call it love. I am of the belief that no man has the right to dictate whom another person loves. This is belief I hold firm because I know, with full certainty and conviction, that love doesn’t dictate the who is loved. Then how dare we as human being place constraints, barriers, and restrictions on who is loved. This goes against the very core of, perhaps, the most pure, undiscriminating energy known to mankind; love.
Yesterday is done, why fret? In reality, I’m too busy working on today in preparation for tomorrow to even reminisce on the gorgeous summer days of yesteryear when life was all so simple. So, tell me why would invest time in dwelling on my tragedies, failures, and f***ups?
Make no mistakes, I am human and yes - life is life.
I’ve overcome my share of trials, tribulations, dramas, and beefs. More often than not, these were usually because of errors in my own judgement. I’m not perfect; none of us are. I make mistakes just like everyone else. With that said, I have yet to make an error grave enough to prevent me from solely focusing on making better judgements. Excuse me, what I meant to express was, I haven’t f***ed up big enough for me to not look forward to doing something better.
It has been said, “Man’s greatest battle is versus himself.”
Understanding this age-old adage, I know the enemy is often me. So, after those times when my worst half gets the best of me, I don’t give my “self” the pleasure of seeing me sulk over his past victories. It was only temporary. I will come out top eventually.
My self has never defeated me.
My attitude will continue to be like such.