Hate has been in the air. No doubt, while many are fighting for what
they sincerely believe to be a greater good, others are fighting for the sake
of, well, fighting. Angry and bitter, fingers are pointed, words spin from
opposing sides and truth is then turned to a yellowish mass of blurry speeches and
images.
I take no sides here. I find it all just very, very sad. Regardless of
(racial, political or religious) affiliations, my parents brought me up to
believe in this; there are good
people and there are bad people ~ on both sides of the fence.
- There will always be people who will try to hurt you.
- There will always be people who betray your trust.
- There will always be people who will try to use you.
- There will always be people who belittle you.
- There will always be people who will lie about you.
- There will always be people who are happy to see you down.
~ Sherwood Eddy
- There will be protection for those who are true.
- There will be support for those who are true.
- There will be help for those who are true.
- There will be words of encouragement for those who are true.
- There will always be truth prevailing for those who are true.
- There will be salvation for those who are true.
33 may be old to some, and young to others. Truth be told, I sometimes feel that being born in 1978 has resulted in some very awkward personalities (moi!)… i.e. ’78 babes are too old to have enjoyed a childhood where mobile phones were a necessity (1982 borne at least]), yet we are too young to have enjoyed the clean freedom of being an 80’s teenager. Nevertheless, I had a happy childhood, and what I do remember is this:
- Corporal punishment was in practice (teachers caned us without fear of being sued).
- We climbed fruit trees and scraped our knees.
- Fast food (KFC) was reserved for birthdays.
- Santa Claus left underwear in our stockings (which we were happy to receive ~ a present’s a present)
- We roamed the streets free without fear.
So please, bigger picture. If half the effort and energy we pour into certain agendas are put into real issues that matter, maybe the children of today can enjoy the best of the 80’s, 90’s and the new millennium.
this makes me mourn the parts of my childhood that were taken and that I had not noticed to be missing until I became aware of how unaware I was as an adult trying to find the joys of life in a poem...a great anthem for a May 1st poem...kudos...Edward
ReplyDeleteThey got him back~ his parents apparently paid a hefty ransom.. Is it any wonder so many of us are disillusioned with life? the world is a sick, sick place. I just thank God that he's ok.. Really miss my childhood sometimes (but not high school 'cos that kind of sucked)..
ReplyDeleteOn the part of older days childhood ... how climbing a tree was a norm and so easy to find trees to climb (and not worry too much of dirt, insects,...)
ReplyDeleteas a matter of fact, I wonder whether I can still climb a tree. Anyone up for challenge?
Marhadi