An Idolized Movement Page 1
One of the many perks in being financially secure, is exploring your dreams and thoughts.
Through the hard work and lessons learned in climbing the invisible ladder, it is the more
meaningful things that really makes being successful worth it. I mean many other things come
with this superficial freedom, but the most rewarding thing to me is securing my families future,
donating to charities and the ability to research the things you are consciously in search of,
while questioning answers you subconsciously ask yourself. I've always been into finding
out more about my past, our past as a people, and history in general. But one thing that many
people of color are confused about in my opinion, is their culture and country of origin, and how
it is relative to them. You see we all as people have heard so many stories, versions and
fables about this place or that place. After hearing so many different theories, many don't know
the truth and go by word of mouth without knowing what feeds the mouth that is speaking. I
feel if able and ready, each should explore each chapter first hand, and make their own
decision and choices based on the shades of colors they see and personally feel in the
experience, like reading the bible.
One my first and most extreme travels came when I went to Africa. A place that has more
extremes than any other continent or country in the world, and I did it beyond racial reasons.
Many think I went because I am from African descent, but I have been to many other
countries for many more reasons, and I am not from the region or native race. But
going to the Motherland, I never truly realized how many countries were on one continent,
and how divided each section is in terms of the categorizing. I really thought I understood
when I read or seen the map in school or in books, or thought I had a better
understanding on what had been taught and told to me by those stating their own stories.
But until I seen things for myself with my own two eyes, I didn't really realize how blind I
was to the things that I could not see. Once arriving in Africa, the cosmetic beauty in the
scenery, way of life and spiritual beliefs are astounding. But the deeper insight on each
outlook each group represented, formed a disturbing premature thought of diversity in
my eyes. I felt that if each person of power on every level with an abundance of security
would contribute their gifts and privileges to this land, we could uplift this proud piece of
world history, and help the seemingly helpless live a better life. Now once I left and
went back to Europe, I start contemplating my first thoughts. Who am I to want to
change something to my belief system, and make their way my way? It was life altering
to just imagining how much I could learn from them, and how their sense of success
and adaptation far exceeds my struggles and sacrifices, in each respected element. I
mean they may not have the means to travel as free as some of us, but they know of
our culture, and if they really wanted to change, they could, if they thought it catered to
their sense of self. They do have the means and options, so maybe I was a little bit
over my head on this one. But maybe a scholarship program, or an avenue to help
those that wanted to experiment with our western ways would help, if they were not
able. But then I realized again that all is relative, and maybe their way of living is just
simply that, their way, and not for me to change, alter or understand. Maybe this was
a lesson I needed to just respect. You see maybe, just maybe that's all they know
and feel comfortable with, so maybe, just maybe, I was trying to play God, and over
stepping my bounds. But how could I leave while my mind was still there? What
if that was my calling, my sign to contribute, what should or could I do, give or accept?
So just being in the presence of this aura, made me proud to be who and what I
have become. It was awesome, and made me proud to be who I had no choice of
being. The only choice I had in life is what I became and how I selected it in my
short and privileged life. Because like my friend has told me time and time again.
Life, has a way of making you live it, if you want to or not.
Back in the day when I was in the military, I traveled to Germany to purchase a
vehicle. I went there on leave, and it was the first time I had ever crossed the
Atlantic, and wanted to see as much as I could in the 14 days I had free. I traveled
throughout the country and took in many sights, and selected a European Turbo
charged BMW, that was not available at the time in the states. It is so true that the
price of the car is much cheaper over there, for their German like cars are the
equivalent to our Fords and Chevys here in America. I had it shipped backed to the
states, and had to pick it up in South Carolina to get it converted to our American specifications.
South Carolina was a place I had been on spring break and during
the season in college, but never as a tourist or person their on business. My girlfriend
at the time was from Tennessee, and was once an alternate for the Dallas Cowboys
Cheerleading squad, so this part of the country was very familiar to her on many scales. Now
why this is important and of some significance, is the environment and upbrings within
the same states that are supposed to be United, are simply divided, way beyond color
and money. So here I am, a young Black man, driving a brand new European sports
car with a stunning Caucasian woman in the deep south.
One of the many perks in being financially secure, is exploring your dreams and thoughts.
Through the hard work and lessons learned in climbing the invisible ladder, it is the more
meaningful things that really makes being successful worth it. I mean many other things come
with this superficial freedom, but the most rewarding thing to me is securing my families future,
donating to charities and the ability to research the things you are consciously in search of,
while questioning answers you subconsciously ask yourself. I've always been into finding
out more about my past, our past as a people, and history in general. But one thing that many
people of color are confused about in my opinion, is their culture and country of origin, and how
it is relative to them. You see we all as people have heard so many stories, versions and
fables about this place or that place. After hearing so many different theories, many don't know
the truth and go by word of mouth without knowing what feeds the mouth that is speaking. I
feel if able and ready, each should explore each chapter first hand, and make their own
decision and choices based on the shades of colors they see and personally feel in the
experience, like reading the bible.
One my first and most extreme travels came when I went to Africa. A place that has more
extremes than any other continent or country in the world, and I did it beyond racial reasons.
Many think I went because I am from African descent, but I have been to many other
countries for many more reasons, and I am not from the region or native race. But
going to the Motherland, I never truly realized how many countries were on one continent,
and how divided each section is in terms of the categorizing. I really thought I understood
when I read or seen the map in school or in books, or thought I had a better
understanding on what had been taught and told to me by those stating their own stories.
But until I seen things for myself with my own two eyes, I didn't really realize how blind I
was to the things that I could not see. Once arriving in Africa, the cosmetic beauty in the
scenery, way of life and spiritual beliefs are astounding. But the deeper insight on each
outlook each group represented, formed a disturbing premature thought of diversity in
my eyes. I felt that if each person of power on every level with an abundance of security
would contribute their gifts and privileges to this land, we could uplift this proud piece of
world history, and help the seemingly helpless live a better life. Now once I left and
went back to Europe, I start contemplating my first thoughts. Who am I to want to
change something to my belief system, and make their way my way? It was life altering
to just imagining how much I could learn from them, and how their sense of success
and adaptation far exceeds my struggles and sacrifices, in each respected element. I
mean they may not have the means to travel as free as some of us, but they know of
our culture, and if they really wanted to change, they could, if they thought it catered to
their sense of self. They do have the means and options, so maybe I was a little bit
over my head on this one. But maybe a scholarship program, or an avenue to help
those that wanted to experiment with our western ways would help, if they were not
able. But then I realized again that all is relative, and maybe their way of living is just
simply that, their way, and not for me to change, alter or understand. Maybe this was
a lesson I needed to just respect. You see maybe, just maybe that's all they know
and feel comfortable with, so maybe, just maybe, I was trying to play God, and over
stepping my bounds. But how could I leave while my mind was still there? What
if that was my calling, my sign to contribute, what should or could I do, give or accept?
So just being in the presence of this aura, made me proud to be who and what I
have become. It was awesome, and made me proud to be who I had no choice of
being. The only choice I had in life is what I became and how I selected it in my
short and privileged life. Because like my friend has told me time and time again.
Life, has a way of making you live it, if you want to or not.
Back in the day when I was in the military, I traveled to Germany to purchase a
vehicle. I went there on leave, and it was the first time I had ever crossed the
Atlantic, and wanted to see as much as I could in the 14 days I had free. I traveled
throughout the country and took in many sights, and selected a European Turbo
charged BMW, that was not available at the time in the states. It is so true that the
price of the car is much cheaper over there, for their German like cars are the
equivalent to our Fords and Chevys here in America. I had it shipped backed to the
states, and had to pick it up in South Carolina to get it converted to our American specifications.
South Carolina was a place I had been on spring break and during
the season in college, but never as a tourist or person their on business. My girlfriend
at the time was from Tennessee, and was once an alternate for the Dallas Cowboys
Cheerleading squad, so this part of the country was very familiar to her on many scales. Now
why this is important and of some significance, is the environment and upbrings within
the same states that are supposed to be United, are simply divided, way beyond color
and money. So here I am, a young Black man, driving a brand new European sports
car with a stunning Caucasian woman in the deep south.