A few times a week I like to walk to the grocery store
across the street from my office. I sit
on a bench outside and enjoy my salad while I people watch. Today, I had the displeasure of sitting in a
close radius to two grown women. Despite
my efforts to ignore them and surf social media, I heard their conversation. Irrelevant details aside, one was telling the
other about how inspiring X person was for being disabled and still managing to
leave the house and partake in social gatherings, she went on to describe how
it was motivation for her to be less insecure about going to bars herself
because after all, and I quote: “I’m blessed to be healthy.” Now, having zero disabilities myself (besides
the lack of ability to throw food at a dumb stranger), I was furious. It dawned on me in that moment that disabled people
or heck anyone for that matter aren't alive to serve as motivation for
incomplete, incompetent, insecure, and insane people. If we’d stop objectifying one another then maybe
we could grow to be a society that needs less ego petting. And sure I can acknowledge that these people
intent to be complimentary in their approach to labeling disabled people or anyone
less fortunate as exceptional for continuing with life despite their
disadvantages, but something about the entire conversation disgusted me and
well, I couldn't wait to spit my venom with my fingertips onto this keyboard.
This may be a delayed post as most my past Mother's Day posts have been, but I tend to be impressed by people who show love and affection more consistently or at the very least on days where they aren't specifically instructed to; with that immediately obvious compliment (from myself to myself) aside, I'd like to share some advice I've been able to compile and must credit to the dictator of the first country I ever belonged to: Mama Bear.
You've taught me to never think, speak, act or live in absolutes, it's better to live believing all things are possible and knowing nothing is indefinite. You've reminded me that while planning for the future is important, it doesn't serve one well if you dilute the present. You showed me how to be content in times where only chaos brewed. You told me that happiness is in one's mind, it's not a permanent state of being and when assuming that happiness only comes in the future, one will always be ten steps behind, chasing and never quite catching up to happiness. You disciplined me when my ego and pride reached unhealthy levels. You showed me how confidence can shine during times of humility.
Simply put, you've raised one badass daughter. Thank you.
Crucify me on Easter Sunday if you must, but I
believe there is something rather appealing about the concept of being able to
do whatever/whoever you want without destroying your relationship, yet still electing
to be loyal to each other.In fact, I
find it to be tremendously more passionate than the silly love stories in
modern day movies, and considerably more romantic than Romeo and Juliet.I will never quite understand how a story about
nothing more than restrictions, secrets and ultimately death can be idolized by
the masses.In all fairness, I’m not
oblivious to the fact that there will be plenty of people who won’t quite
understand my philosophes; so I guess, maybe in the end it’s less about
understanding one another and more about doing what our insides understand and not worrying about the rest of the mumbo jumbo.